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Not fishing related at all, but here goes.
I'm going through a very tough time right now. My parents have sold the house I grew up in, in Harahan, La. I went by today to take pictures and say goodbye. I thought I'd be fine, but I was a basket case. I went through so many emotions, the tears were constant. We moved to Barocco Drive in July 1980. I had just turned 7, That's 34 years to call a place home. No matter where I moved, there was always Home if I needed it. The flood of memories in every corner of the house and yard is something I'll treasure forever. The empty rooms and yard were filled with old friends, long gone or disconnected, from every stage in life, they were with me again. Planting a tree, riding bikes, building a fort, playing Star Wars, camping out in the yard, playing in the "clubhouse" Dad built for us, playing JAWS in the boat (I always wanted to be Quint), working on cars in the garage, helping Dad in the shop, Mom in the kitchen always making something wonderful, getting ready for fishing trips, and oh the high school parties, parent sanctioned and otherwise . . . . I hope they all know how much I miss them if they see this here. The hardest part I found, was saying a final goodbye to my buried pets. I know it's not a tragedy, it's just moving on with life, but I've always been an extremely sentimental person. To me, this is very much like losing a loved one. I only hope the next family enjoys the same feelings there that I did. May God bless that home, and all who enter.
Some say the number 13 is bad luck, but I can assure you, 8013 is not. "Hey Dad, thanks for buying the Barocco house."
I'm going through a very tough time right now. My parents have sold the house I grew up in, in Harahan, La. I went by today to take pictures and say goodbye. I thought I'd be fine, but I was a basket case. I went through so many emotions, the tears were constant. We moved to Barocco Drive in July 1980. I had just turned 7, That's 34 years to call a place home. No matter where I moved, there was always Home if I needed it. The flood of memories in every corner of the house and yard is something I'll treasure forever. The empty rooms and yard were filled with old friends, long gone or disconnected, from every stage in life, they were with me again. Planting a tree, riding bikes, building a fort, playing Star Wars, camping out in the yard, playing in the "clubhouse" Dad built for us, playing JAWS in the boat (I always wanted to be Quint), working on cars in the garage, helping Dad in the shop, Mom in the kitchen always making something wonderful, getting ready for fishing trips, and oh the high school parties, parent sanctioned and otherwise . . . . I hope they all know how much I miss them if they see this here. The hardest part I found, was saying a final goodbye to my buried pets. I know it's not a tragedy, it's just moving on with life, but I've always been an extremely sentimental person. To me, this is very much like losing a loved one. I only hope the next family enjoys the same feelings there that I did. May God bless that home, and all who enter.
Some say the number 13 is bad luck, but I can assure you, 8013 is not. "Hey Dad, thanks for buying the Barocco house."
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