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Originally Posted by Greg Anos
Sad, in a sense. I'm not the "last man standing" in my nuclear family, both siblings are alive, but my previous work lives are rapidly becoming a graveyard. I feel like the bad sheriff in Silverado - "I'm running out of deputies!"
Places too, the "ranch" is under 60 feet of water. The pump jacks I used to ride as a kid are long gone. The old neighborhood where I grew up is a shambles. The quilts are stacked 6 deep on the guest bed, , ,
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Sorry, I misunderstood what you said in your post, I thought you said you were the last person still alive in your immediate family.
Yes, my family home has been sold off and the subsequent buyers didn't think that they wanted/needed all the acreage, so they sold off tracts of land which are now subdivided, changing the
entire area from a lovely country home to just another
old house, nearly sandwiched between tawdry new McMansions.
All our memories get trashed. That's why the ones we get to share and laugh about, with our surviving family members, while we have them, are precious--for as I said, when that last living person is gone, the only other one that remembers those days--it really is like somebody shutting down the Stargate to another world. This is one of those things that you don't really understand or feel acutely until you really are the Last Man Standing.
Hitch