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writer + baker + theater maker brewer of unschoolers + magic

This spot holds such vivid memories of my Grandpa's last trip to his hometown. In my mind I can almost squint to see him sitting here one last time with my Grandma, Jack and Amelia. They were 5 and 7. A year later, my Grandma passed away and he was on hospice. What I remember is all the reasons why I wanted to say no to that trip but I'm forever grateful that I said yes- to the relationships, the moves, the years, the journey. It still hurts, the way I opened my heart, the way I asked my little family to open their hearts, knowing it would mean so many goodbyes. And here we are, still remembering.

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This spot holds such vivid memories of my Grandpa's last trip to his hometown. In my mind I can almost squint to see him sitting here one last time with my Grandma, Jack and Amelia. They were 5 and 7. A year later, my Grandma passed away and he was on hospice. What I remember is all the reasons why I wanted to say no to that trip but I'm forever grateful that I said yes- to the relationships, the moves, the years, the journey. It still hurts, the way I opened my heart, the way I asked my little family to open their hearts, knowing it would mean so many goodbyes. And here we are, still remembering.
This spot holds such vivid memories of my Grandpa's last trip to his hometown. In my mind I can almost squint to see him sitting here one last time with my Grandma, Jack and Amelia. They were 5 and 7. A year later, my Grandma passed away and he was on hospice. What I remember is all the reasons why I wanted to say no to that trip but I'm forever grateful that I said yes- to the relationships, the moves, the years, the journey. It still hurts, the way I opened my heart, the way I asked my little family to open their hearts, knowing it would mean so many goodbyes. And here we are, still remembering.