Saying Goodbye to Beryl Avenue
Beryl at Dusk
This is our last night in our home of almost twelve years. Steve and I were running errands today and of course, Miranda Lambert’s “The House that Built Me,” came on. Pretty sure they haven’t played it on the radio in two years. Internal breakdown commenced.
She wrote that song for just such a time as this.
“Upstairs in the back bedroom, it’s where Keegan did his homework and learned to play guitar”
“And I’ll bet you didn’t know under that live oak, our favorite dog has been in our backyard”
Ollie in Our Backyard
“Mama cut out pictures of houses for years. From Better Homes and Garden Magazine. Plans were drawn, concrete poured, and nail by nail and board by board, Daddy gave life to Mama’s dream.”
“I thought if I could touch this place or feel it, this brokenness inside me might start healing”
“Won’t take nothing but a memory, from the house that, built me.”
My head knows all the right stuff. It’s just a house, we’ll make new memories, home is where the heart is.
It’s my heart that seems to be stuttering.
There is something I do know with all my heart, mind, body and soul.
That should I wake in the morning, God in His infinite mercy, will give us the privilege of starting a new, grand adventure.
May He continue to be the only house that forever builds us. Amen.
Goodbye Beryl
Audra Krell 