A journal of living with my 98 year old grandmother, day in and day out, her ramblings, my rants.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Just an empty lot with a lot of memories. Ghosts of my past, my father's past, and her past wandering around looking for that sweet little pink house. Sad......but I am happy the house was not torn down, and that now another family will have sweet memories in that precious little mill house.