Graveyard of Lost Dreams
Another day, another walk, and still I end up here. Every walk seems to bring me back to this same place. Back to the place where dreams were lost. Back to the reminder of plans that will never be realized. Each time I end up here, my mind wants to take me back through the events of that day. What could we have done differently? Could we have kept any of this from happening? Maybe it’s just my way of processing, but looking at this graveyard of lost dreams makes me feel everything and nothing all at the same time. About 4 years ago, my husband and I got wind of some acreage and rentals for sale from a close friend in rural Arkansas whose neighbor wanted to cut ties and travel the country with his daughter or something like that. He offered us a great deal, an interest free loan and the rentals would end up paying it all off. The acreage had a shell of a home, and a small rugged cabin that used to be a rental home. We fell in love with it all, and had a dream to remodel the ...
