I do not mean to complain honestly. And, I could not ask for a better home and family. I think after my husband died and my mother came to live with me at my farm I was so busy taking care of her and working part time (I was in my 70s then) then she died at home with me by her side. I lived there for a few years alone. Loving it because I had my bird breeding business and felt good. Then one night in the middle of the night someone tried to break into my house. I have always had a weapon ( had a license to carry in PA for my job) so I got my weapon and loaded it and called 911. Told the police someone was trying to break in and I was armed and will shoot if I must. They stayed on the line and fortunately the one man heard the dog and decided after about 5 minutes decided to leave the property. They had their car hidden behind trees but I was able to see them pull away. I looked to see if the door was damaged and it was slightly but fortunately it did not give way to their actions.
My first mistake was telling my kids a few days later and for months all I heard was that they wanted me to sell and move to their farm. The rest is history. I did sell and move and that is when all my problems mentally and physically began. I think when older people have the trauma of leaving their homes and moving into a place where they know will be their last home it takes something out of them. It is hard to explain but when you give or sell some of your oldest treasurers because you have no room for them at the new residence it is heartbreaking. I had to sell all my birds and breeding equipment, plus furniture, old treasurers collected over the years and most of all my home that I loved with a passion. But, in order to keep peace with the kids and I knew the time had come since I could not afford to keep hiring people to maintain the old house, I had no choice. Fortunately I got an offer just days after it went on the market and the offer was more than I had expected. The place sold and I built an extension to my daughters home and moved. Here I am, 15 years later . My resisence is 30 x 30 and I have everything I need, but I miss my large house, I miss my woods and wild animals and gardens, I miss my privacy and most of all I miss the feeling that I left something behind. So many things happened to change my life while living at my farm. Some good and some horrible. Loosing both my husband and my mother I guess I felt I was leaving them behind too. Who knows what we think at times like that. So, another chapter in the Golden Years has passed. When a older person has to be uprooted from their home and move to an entire new location and environment it is just another change in your life during those Golden Years.
