Grandpa's house was here, but not anymore.
It is an odd experience to visit the ground; nothing but trees and weeds. Dad would have hated the weeds. Even as old age and an enlarged heart wore him down, he fought the weeds with all he had.
There is entirely way too much dirt where a house once stood.
The owners of the property have not torn down the old swing set. It's strange that I feel the overgrown weeds are without life.
Then this little one brings life back to Grandpa's. She grabbed hold of the rings and began swinging with vigor and energy.
Traffic and various other noises were muffled. Ghosts of old still hanging around.
I miss the lives that have left us: Mom, Dad and Susan. It is a lonely place.
The sun has set on that part of my life. I am grateful for this part of my life. I love my kids..more than anything...all four of them.