I didn’t think it would bother me. I didn’t know tears would stream down
touching the parking lot that sat where my Granny’s house used to be.
touching the parking lot that sat where my Granny’s house used to be.
I stood in what used to be the back of the
house consumed with emotion. Behind me
was a detention center and in front of me Bibbs Funeral Home (family
business).
house consumed with emotion. Behind me
was a detention center and in front of me Bibbs Funeral Home (family
business).
It felt weird to see cars
parked on top of my memories and inmates walking through what used to be my
Granny’s kitchen.
parked on top of my memories and inmates walking through what used to be my
Granny’s kitchen.
Every summer we’d run down in yesterday’s clothes from our
attic room into the kitchen to eat a bowl of cereal while Granny cooked a BIG
breakfast. She always poured me orange
juice in the same short glass designed with cute little blue birds.
I know some things must be torn down and gotten rid of for
transformation and newness to take place. It’s just…that was my Granny’s house. It makes me sad that new generations can’t go to that summer home and
meet that special woman who though she never bore a child was a nurturer to
many.
Granny, I miss you like every day. Thanks for speaking into my life, encouraging
me and spending valuable time with me. No bulldozer can erase those memories from my mind!
