It’s been four years this holiday weekend since my grandmothers–yes, plural–passed away.
It was a difficult and strange experience. As a result of that strangeness I haven’t spent much time there, a place that was once so familiar and warm.
Paul and I took a drive up the road to stay in the house where my mother grew up and I thoroughly enjoyed picking out the scattered sentimental trinkets and familiar retro patterns from my childhood. Here are a few photographs from the trip.