Last weekend I went to Ohio to see my grandmother and aunt. My mom and step dad were also there, making it a full house in my grandmothers 2 bedroom apartment. It was my first visit to Ohio since she moved out of her house.
My grandmother lived in the same house for over 50 years. It was a house that was made of memories and love. This house had a great basement, with my grandfather’s art work and jigsaw puzzles in one room, laundry room, and then a recreational room for the kids. I loved watching my grandfather paint and him letting me “find” a piece to one of his jigsaw puzzles he spent hours completing. When I close my eyes, I can still smell the dampness of the basement and see the sparkle in grandpa’s eyes.
