I remember
bits and pieces of the house
my maternal grandparents lived in
when I was a child

I called them Papa & Gaga

she passed when I was in first grade
I chose to go to school the day of her funeral
because it was dress-up day
and I didn't want to miss it

my mom let me

she said Gaga would have wanted me
to do what made me happy

i was 7

I rememer the pantry in the kitchen
and how you had to go through
some kind of "bedroom" just to get
to the only bathroom in the house
but most of all I remember
the old barn out back
it was two-story
we were not supposed to play in the barn
but we always did
it was filled with all sorts of
childhood treasures & smells

that was at least 25 years ago
I have not even driven
down that street as an adult
but I am there
and it is just a real today
as it was so long ago

it amazes me
the memory of a child

I cried.

because I realized that in 25 years
all I hold dear ~ will be no more

My Nannie.
My Parents.
My Doggies.
Gone.
Perhaps even myself.
Gone.

I've no family of my own

Will I become a memory of others when I am gone?

Or will I just be.

04/01/2007

Author's Note: I work less than 2 miles from this house. So close every day ~ yet so far away.

Posted on 04/01/2007
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