I know that normally I end the title of the post with three exclamation points, but this post is much to somber for that. I have just spent the last Christmas at my Grandma and Grandpa’s house.
It really hit me hard. Grandpa isn’t doing well and I know that this is the right move, but it sucks. I have a lot of memories there growing up.
For instance, when I was younger, I would go to visit and I’d oganize (organize) the bookshelf. Another example, when we were younger, my brother would always watch Dennis the Menace on vhs. There are so many good memories at that house.
I’m really sad to see the house go, but I know I’ll have the memories forever.