Saying Goodbye Is Always Hard

*takes a deep breath* 


You all may not even care, but last Saturday was a hard one for me.

My grandpa sold his house so we helped him and my step-grandma move. They're moving closer and I'm happy and excited, but it's still hard.

This place has been so dear and near to me. It's the place where I said goodbye to my grandma. The place where so many memories were made. Sad and happy. The place where I could take a deep breath of air from the room above the garage and many memories would flood my head. The place I loved.

Sure it was just a house. But it was a special place and I will truly miss it.

If I went above the garage or in the office in the shop, and smelled it, it brought me back to childhood when Grandma was still alive. One whiff and it was like I could smell Grandma again. Now it's gone.

When I think of Kate not knowing where her grandma grew up and all there is to think about, I cry. 

It's hard to goodbye, but I know I'll be okay. I can't quite explain what I'm trying to, and I'm not good with words when it means the most so here's a link to my sister's blog where she explains it better.

 So many years of looking up at that fan...

This has been "The Memory Tree" my entire life. Where about

every grandchild carved their initials into it. <3

My mom and her brother built this ladder for their fort 

so many years ago...

 

Though it may be hard God is always going to be there. Just remember that. <3