End of the line for a family home

I have now been through the painful, emotional process of watching a family home first emptied, then sold.

The first time it was the house where I grew up. My mother did not go willingly.

This time it was my wife's turn, as the house where she grew up became too much for her mom. This time, however, she was ready to go. That did not make the process any less emotional. I used my print column today to talk about it.