Today is a hard day for my family. My Grandma and Poppa are moving from their home of 54 years and into assisted living. I know it's part of life but it's so very hard. I've been weepy all day. My co-workers think I'm nuts!
Unfortunately for me, they're right more than they're wrong.
(I just noticed that my last post was after a bad day. I promise that a large majority of my days are happy ones!)
My dad emailed us all photos of the final good-byes this morning. I intentionally did not check my email because I didn't want to have a come-apart at work (not that it's never happened, but it has been a while).
However, he also posted the photos on Facebook so tears today were inevitable.
Aren't they so cute?
I know that at my age (27 and holding) that I am lucky to have 3 living grandparents but times like these are still tough. They will live closer to family and will have help with meals and other things so that's good, but it's so hard to say good-bye to their house. So many good memories.
Like the maple tree in the front yard that my dad fell out of as a teenager trying to impress girls that were walking by, countless family dinners, cutting glass with Poppa in the basement and lots of laughter.
Good-bye old house. Thank you for being such a special place.
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