The Big C – Gone

No one visited anymore. The room was empty.  The bed had been stripped, the colorful handmade quilt was no where to be found.  Tape smudges and tack holes served as the only reminder that childrens artwork, family photos and handwritten cards had once hung there.

One last look around the room, surveying all that was and would be no more.  Slowly, I turned away and walked down the empty hall.  She was gone.


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Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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