It’s starting to make sense to sell my family home, but I don’t want to let go. It was my grandpa’s playground. As a painter and carpenter, my grandpa shaped his home with his hands, experimenting with “D.I.Y.” home improvements. Everywhere I look, I’m reminded of him. I hang on to whatever memories I have left.
Beautiful ode to your Grandpa, Elizabeth. You clearly are honoring him by the great art you're doing with your hands, be it painting or writing or whatever comes :)
Beautiful ode to your Grandpa, Elizabeth. You clearly are honoring him by the great art you're doing with your hands, be it painting or writing or whatever comes :)