Emotional Clean-out
Tomorrow I have to start wrapping and moving things out of my grandparent’s house. I feel gutted. It will all feel so wrong and so final. Things that I have seen in the same place for 35 years will now move on. A house that I have been coming and going from will be sold. It will probably be sold to strangers. Strangers that will not truly know how it was built by hand, brick by brick, by my grandparents all those long years ago.
Well, there’s another all too familiar feeling. The sting of tears, again. The same pain that has haunted my family and I more times than we care to think about this year.
1 year ago