My Grandparents House.

I'm starting to feel very weepy right now about this home. This home was my grandparents (on my dad's side). Since my grandmother passed away about 10 years ago, this home has belonged to my dad and my uncle. They've hung on to it for a very long time, and even though I knew that both of my grandparents were gone, it was kind of comforting knowing that their house was still there. Over the last 10 years, I've driven by it just to look and remember many times. I have so many memories in this house, and I can remember so many details of how the house originally looked and certain things my grandparents always did here. When I was very young, we lived 3 doors down from them. My dad and my uncle have finally decided it is time to sell the home. For the last 6 months, my aunt, uncle and cousin have been working diligently to get this home in selling shape. They also hired a interior designer to come in and "stage" the home. While it looks beautiful, it was very hard to walk in and see everything so different. When I used to drive by, I could still envision everything exactly as it had always been. The exact pattern of the tile in the kitchen, where my grandparents bed was placed, the green shag carpet, even how the jelly jar glasses (you remember the ones from the 70's, where the jelly came in jars that had characters on them and after the jelly was gone, you used the jar as a glass) were stored in the cabinet to the right of the sink. I remember looking out the front window into the street, waiting for my grandfather to come back from doing the grocery shopping. Equally as odd, was attending the open house that was planned and seeing people come in and out deciding if they wanted to make this their home. I just can't imagine anyone else ever living there. I've spent 2 afternoons there recently taking photos of the things that are still original. I've taken pictures of door knobs, the kitchen sink tile and faucet, the address sign, the driveway heading into the garage and back, the back patio and the back door and stairs. I even took pictures of the fixtures that used to support the clothesline in the back. I really need to get these photos developed so that if I need to retake any, I will have the opportunity.

Even though my grandfather passed away when I was only 13, I still miss him terribly, but I also feel very close to him at the same time. Even though it was so long ago, I can remember so many vivid details about things he used to do. I don't think anyone really believed I could remember these things until my uncle and I were talking about the light green with white on the inside coffee cup. Who remembers that? Anyway, I have tons of things I think about where my grandfather is concerned, and he really deserves his own entry.

So now, I know that the sale of this home is inevitable, but I still can't fathom it. I know when it is finally real, I am going to bawl my eyes out. I guess I hope that whoever buys it will treat it with the love and care my grandparents did. I also hope that they will have as many beautiful memories there as I do. Can I also hope that they are people my grandparents would have liked? Whether I can or can't, I still do.