I entered a new stage of saying goodbye to my childhood home today: the life passing before my eyes stage. As I become increasingly aware that the house is actually in the process of being sold, different things have happened that have surprised me, and today it was like my grandmother died all over again (because she had inhabited the rooms, because she always came in through the garage and put her leather purse and her keys on top of the washing machine, because she sat in the living room in the chair with the straight back...
Monday, February 11, 2013
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