Torn down, but not erased
My house will be gone by the end of the week. Obliterated, windows shattered, torn down to the foundation. Very soon all that will be left of that home will be the memories of those who've lived, loved and lost there; and while the memories I'll share here are mostly for me, I hope they can stand as some type of lesson, warning, or blessing for you. April 25, 2018- Tyler and I closed on our 3rd anniversary together on a new home. It doesn't get any better than that, right? We whirled in with new paint, carpet, and dreams of a wonderful safe haven together. I found one, just not where I anticipated. At least 3 generations of flooring The next year was happy; I pushed through 3 doctors and found my 'angel' epileptologist and neurosurgeon. I seized (a LOT), and survived 3 brain surgeries, but I've never had a more supportive and heroic ward in my whole life. I've had meals on my doorstep, gifts, decorations, cards, cheery messages, and countless blessings h...