We sold my childhood home last fall. The people who bought it were the young neighbors from across the street with 3 kids (and I don’t think they’re done having kids), moving from a 3BR to a 5BR. They wanted whatever we were going to leave. We didn’t leave them with too much “stuff,” but it was such a blessing to not have to move out the furniture that Mom didn’t take to her 1BR apartment, or that the grandkids didn’t want. Mom had lived there 59 years!
I’m the youngest of 7. I can totally relate to April, esp because the first 6 were born within 7 years, and then 5 years later I came along. They all had built-in playmates. I was the tagalong.
Y’all forget that every news clip is posted on the station’s website, and therefore easily accessible around the world. This is the kind of story that could be picked up by other feeds as a filler and go minorly viral. So any of the characters suggested for return are truly possible.
My husband made shadow boxes with the collars (regular and hunting) for each of the dogs, displayed under a pencil drawing he did of each. Their remains were cremated and then spread at hunting spots where they had a good night. The cats are buried out back in our woods.
3.14 … pi. Pyro showing up next? A Pie dessert truck at the park?