|A Magpie Tales post.|
My grandfather had passed away some years before. All the children had all married and moved away, and she lived alone in the house they had shared for so many years. We would come to visit during the summers, and the house was alive again. It was great fun to visit Grammy. My cousins and I running in and out, banging the old screen door until it was nearly falling off its hinges. We would drag our toys across the wooden floor leaving marks and scuffs, each adding to the scrapbook of life written upon the boards.
Grammy has been gone for many years, and the house now stands empty. The boards upon which we played are dusty from disuse. The only things left are Grammy's apron on the peg, and her shoes by the door.