I was always very close to my grandparents, Nana and Bupa. I am the oldest of 3 granddaughters and was spoiled by them growing up. My grandparents taught me manners, grace, humility, and the importance of helping those in need. My Nana passed away about 4 years ago. It was hard. I used to be able to call her at 11pm and know she would be awake to talk about whatever was on my mind. I loved her deeply. After she passed my Bupa did not handle it well, of course. His best friend of almost 60 years was gone. His health deteriorated and on Christmas of this last year, 2013 he had passed.
Now it is my Aunt, myself, and my sister who is trying to figure out what to do with all of their stuff. So much stuff! There is so many things that brings me good memories, but I obviously can not take it all. It’s very overwhelming to look at a home full of 60 years of life and figure out what to keep and what to get rid of. We met at the house last night and we laughed and talked about my Nana and Bupa, what they would be thinking, saying now. It was all sweet and comforting.
I moved a beautiful jelly cabinet from there to my home last night. All day when I look at it I smile. It evens smells like my Nana and Bupa’s house.
In a few weeks the house will go up for sale and when it sells I will be sad. Every Christmas Eve for my whole 37 years on earth I was in that house. Through my parents divorce and all other upheavals in my life, that house and Nana and Bupa were there.
I miss them, but I am very glad they are now together where they belong.