My dad recently decided to sell the old family homestead.
The last time I was there was right after the death of my precious grandmother. The house was to be rented, and my job was to clean it before the new tenants arrived. The task proved to be more difficult than I had imagined.
When I was a child, I always knew grandma would be waiting for me on the front porch. As she got older, she would greet me at the door.