Last looks over our shoulders at a home that echoes with empty silence:

50 Bay St.

Home for nine years.

The home where we went from being a family of three to a family of five.

The home which saw hours of effort to make it all we wanted it to be.

The home whose colours were chosen with care.

The home that shows the mark of each occupant.

The home that saw love and laughter, tears and pain, joy and sorrow, prayer and rejoicing.

One chapter closes.

Another begins.