Tonight I sit in my new study, in my new home, in my new country and I think to myself what has gone before. I am busy reading a book called "Our Century in Pictures (for young people)" edited by Richard B.Stolley, and this got me to thinking about history. My history, your history, this house's history and it makes me wonder who will remember me in decades from now. Perhaps someone , perhaps no one, but at the end of the day it does not matter, as long as I add some value now whilst I am still alive and kicking.
The house that we are now renting in Panama has the most beautiful and tragic love story attached to it. I may not have all the facts as we get told piecemeal here and there when we mention where we are living. Due to the tragic nature of this love story, many photographs, celebratory cards and knickknacks were left in the house. During sorting out my study, I was given the opportunity to get a glimpse into their lives and their love. Although the owners are now gone, the love that they had for each other lives on their house and garden.
The owners met in grammar school and fell head over heels with each other. They were married soon after school and lived a busy happy life together. They loved to travel, their pets, each other and getting things done. The property that they bought in Panama became their source of income as a plant nursery and orchard with an abundance of fruit trees. The land was very organised and well cared for with a lot of love and attention. Even though the garden has been left to its own devices for some time now, one can still see the beds and the plan that unfolds as you walk the property.
In +- 2013 the wife choked on a peanut whilst at home with her husband. He tried to help her until the ambulance arrived. Unfortunately due to the rural nature of the property, help came too late and she sadly passed away. The husband suffering from immense grief fell into depression and illness befell him. He moved out of the house to a nearby city to seek medical help but eventually he died in +-2016. The house was cared for by a caretaker but the land and house fell into a bad state of disrepair and sadness.
Many people have asked me, does the houses have ghosts and I say in all honesty that no there are no ghosts, or negative feelings in the houses. The first time we walked in, the house was in very bad shape but somehow there was still a warm feeling of the love that once lived there.
After two weeks of painting, repairing, replacing and waking the house up - the house is now filled with a family that loves it. Even the garden which had gone into a quiet dormant state, has woken up and fresh buds, fruit and animal life is returning to this once forgotten spot at the end of the rainbow.
Maybe the moral of the story, is that even when think that all is lost or forgotten - it is not !
I hope this true story above inspires you. Feel free to share this post and maybe share your beautiful love or life story with me.