We kept her house after Grandma died…once we said our final farewell…
because her house has always been special to us…
it’s where many of our memories of her dwell
For even though Grandma is gone…our memories of her survive…
and as we walk around her house those memories come alive.
Oftentimes when we’re together in Grandma’s house we’ll share a memory…
a memory that to everyone is well-known.
other times we’ll sit in silence cherishing a memory all our own.
Grandma’s house may be empty now…but it’s where her spirit is the strongest…
It’s where, when we close our eyes and take a deep breath…
her memories linger longest.
That is the beauty of Grandma’s house…it has this seemingly magical effect…
It’s a place where, when we gather, our memories intersect.
We love to visit Grandma’s house…together…or separately..
so it comes as no surprise…we each have our own key.
Time and distance keep us from visiting as often as we’d like now…
but…
when we do
we are happy knowing once we unlock her front door…
we’re unlocking our memories of her too.
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