Louise’s parents leave for Spain tomorrow. We spent most of the day with them yesterday, helping finish off various little jobs around the house. The packers will be there by now, loading their possessions onto a lorry bound for Malaga, and they head off for the Santander ferry on tomorrow.
Needless to say there were a few tears shed. Not because her parents are leaving but because the family home that Louise grew up in won’t be visited again. No more popping in for Sunday dinner, unannounced, knowing they will have made enough food anyway. No more nights sitting out until it’s too dark to see (and then sitting out just a little bit longer…). No more “mind that top step” when we leave. A sad day, lightened only by the fact that they are fulfilling a ten year dream.