my father's house, settled, and in such very good hands

A few weeks ago, my last day at my father's house, I took this photograph.

An empty house. An empty room.

A journey ended.

This afternoon my father and I joined our beautiful realtor, and my friend, Marie, in an office down the road. We were handing over the keys to my father's house. A lovely young family is moving in. They will make this home their own.

A journey begun.

Thanks to all of you who have joined me on this journey of deep discovery, sometimes frustration, and, today, peace. So much is wrong with the world. The sale of this house to this family is not one of those things.