Yesterday I was heading out of town on a milk run into the next county.
My route takes me right past our old house.
Usually I'm pretty good about turning my back on the past, but this time I made that right turn into our development. I just wanted to see our house again.
I came to the stop sign, looked down the street to our address, and saw it.
A truck in our driveway. Loading up the things we didn't take from the house.
It was like a shot to the gut.
Once upon a time, we had a dream in our hands....