The house sold. Someone else will live in our...
The house sold. Someone else will live in our memories now. Their kids will play where our kids played. Sleep in their rooms. They'll paint over our paint. Remove our fixtures. Erase us. And that's okay. It's just a house. Our family lives in our hearts. But still. It's another ending. Another goodbye. Another loss.
— — Learning Solo
Enshrined on October 14, 2025 at 11:39 PM UTC