We all have our special places in life that we love. While we love many, we often share them with those we love the most , whether it’s our spouse, children, siblings or significant others,

But, a lot of of these places have to do with memories and fun times. The times we laughed or cried, or maybe it was just low keyed and serine.

I’ve talked to a lot of our friends since Steve has passed. Maybe the conversation was initiated by them or me, perhaps. But some have asked me how long I’m staying in my house now that Steve is gone. As far as I can tell, right now, until I need to go to a home or I pass. While many of their responses were different, and I question their answers in my mind, I don’t express my response because they are not in my shoes yet. They have not lost their other half. So it’s very easy for one to say … I’m selling and getting another place.

I want to ask them, isn’t the house the two of you have dreamed about to make it your own home together? A home should be , in my opinion, your sanctuary, your safe haven, your nest, a place you created together. Your oasis .

Is it just a shell of housing? Four walls, that all the family times that you gathered together, just a place ?

Maybe I’m just too sentimental. Maybe when I look around our house and I see how we kept the integrity of our 1950ish home, but kept improving it to create our own oasis, I never want to give it up! Plus, I don’t want to go through all the stuff the kids have left behind!😂

I wonder, does your house feel like a shell or does it feel truly like a home, a place where you belong, … is it your oasis?

Steve and I were always on the same page when it came to improving our house. We always tried to make it better for us, our family, our friends. It was our oasis…

I know, times have changed. I’ll keep inviting everyone we know over, because that’s what we did, that’s what I’ll do… why? Because this house… my home… is something that Steve and I created…. It’s my OASIS .