This was perfect for me to find right now. I left my childhood home less than 2 years ago after my mom passed away. I could not keep such a huge property and all the work it needed. But, it was so HARD. The company that bought it is renting it out and when I drive by I am sad to see it looking shabby and wonder what my dad would think of the house he built in 1956.

Then, you come along with the perfect outlook. Of course, I have a million memories from there, good and bad. They are still in my heart and I also carry them with me, as you do. I am moving again and thinking, "what have I done??". Uprooting myself again after less than 2 years to go to a home I will possibly stay in until I leave this earth. So what? I will make more memories there and if I go to an assisted living someday I know it will be lovely because my memories and my real "home" is portable in my heart. Thank you for a beautiful piece and the true meaning of a home.

I'm so glad your grandma was OK.