325

Did you ever notice how chapters in the book of your life are always opening and closing, sometimes simultaneously? All of this chapter opening and closing can make the book hard to follow at times, but it’s all you can do to keep reading, right?

“325” was a chapter in my life. 325 was my home from 1979 through 1992, a pivotal time in my life. During my college dorm years, 325 was where I returned.

Even after Donna and I got married and established our own home, 325 always had a strong home vibe for us. It’s where the wine-infused Sunday dinners often happened, during which you’d never know quite what somebody might say or how somebody might respond to what somebody else said.

325 is also, it must be said, where Dad died, in the dining room that had become his bedroom in that strange and sad summer of 2003. But life happened at 325 and so much of the life was light and love and laughter, and much of that returned after Dad’s passing.

Lately, 325 has been complicated for us. However, the chapter on 325 has now officially closed and other chapters will open. And, eventually, the complications will float away and the memories of the light and love and laughter will remain.

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