My grandfather's home sold recently and last monday he handed over the keys. I went over Monday morning to walk around the house and yard once more... remembering childhood games and sleepovers at granma's and granpa's. I sat outside in their peaceful garden beside their pool and wondered how to say goodbye. Knowing that saying goodbye to this place was also saying a final farewell to my grandmother who died 8 years ago.
An embrace.
Wholeness. Entirety.
A holding on. Tight.
Not letting go.
Closeness.
Imparting meaning.
An exchange of hearts.
Saying goodbye.
Leaving part of you behind.
How do you embrace a place?
Childhood memories?
Something so cherished.
Yet cannot be held.
