The Bittersweetness of Adventure

From the archives: Remembering moving on

As we head into July, I’m reminded that four years ago this coming month, I sold the last home my husband Rob and I would ever own together. After his death, my kids and I moved two more times over the course of those next years until we finally came to land in a little home the five of us could call our own.

I look around my house now and miss the way …