Thursday, August 1, 2013
One last time
Yesterday we turned in the keys to Dad's apartment. We walked around inside the empty neutral shell of what was once a vibrant, musical, and happy home. Filled with children's toys, comfortable furnishings, pictures of family, and many pictures drawn lovingly by busy granddaughters as they played over the years at Papa's house, laughing, giggling, cooking and having joyful fun. A huge log cabin apartment building constructed for little pocket sized dolls by Papa and his granddaughter, desk name tags from the days when they played school in his office, pot holders and aprons worn by budding cooks in his kitchen eager to show Mommy and Daddy their latest creations.... multitudes of photo's were taken before all of these things, these things that symbolize a beautiful loving life had to be carefully taken down off the walls, packed away and moved. I wanted so badly to preserve them forever just where they were but a picture will have to do. The luxury of simply unlocking his apartment door whenever I missed him and being surrounded by his things just as they were I do not have. I do however have the luxury of photo's, memories, and the sweet memories from little girls about all the fun times they had with their Papa. Memories that mirror mine of a little girl and her Daddy. Memories that come flooding back as we walk one last time through that empty neutral apartment.