We went there to attend the funeral of my Mother’s best friend since childhood (my Aunt by intention.) It’s all terribly surreal and tragic I still can’t believe she’s gone. I don’t think any of us have processed her absence yet.
My Mom had to meet a realtor at my late Grandmother’s house. I didn’t get to attend my Grandmother’s service three months ago so I had to say goodbye twice that day.
We will never go back to that house and now I will have sun soaked memories of saying goodbye, of seeing love and family, roots and blood, in it’s purest form.