Last week my mother and I took an impromptu road trip to Buffalo, NY to visit with my grandmother and other family members. It was great to see people that I haven't seen in a while and my grandmother is still the classy, gracious woman that she was prior to moving into a nursing home. While in Buffalo, I said goodbye to my grandmother's home. Perhaps a house is just a place, but my grandmother had lived in the same house for close to sixty years. She and my grandfather raised their three children there and built many wonderful memories in their home. It's sad for me to think that there won't be anymore Christmas or New Year's Parties in that livingroom and there won't be anymore corned beef hash and scrambled egg breakfasts there, but I wish the new owner all the same happiness that my grandparents shared in their home. So perhaps a house is just a place, but I like to think of it as a place rooted in love, support and strength.
