As long as I can remember my parents have stood by the door and waived goodbye when I would leave. There was never an, "I'll just let myself out," it was always, "We'll walk you to the door." I don't remember when I realized that this goodbye wasn't a given. One day it would be different. After dad passed mom still came to the door. It wasn't easy for her. She was mourning the man she had spent nearly 63 years with...her soul mate.
Since mom passed the house just isn't the same. All my life it didn't matter what I was going through, home was a safe place.