It is the house from which I watched my children leave for their very first days of school, the house where we learned of their mother’s illness, the house in which she passed away, and the house that overlooks the magnolia tree where some of her ashes are scattered. It is the house where Felicity came to live with me and my children and where we shared many meals with family and friends both old and new. It is the house by the ancient oak underneath which Felicity and I were married, and the house where her family, my family, and Kate’s father spent our first Christmas together.
