Always in spirit...."Papa" Bill Rose
Today I went back to my grandma's house for the last time.
This is the house I grew up in. With my mom and dad things were always inconsistant. Especially with my mom. We were always moving.
I'm going to miss the house. I had my own room. My mom and I escaped to live there for awhile when I was five and we couldn't afford to live anywhere else. I remember my Papa always lecturing me on walking with barefeet and then the time I stubbed my toe on the tiles in the entryway. The time we went out for steamed clams and I wanted to save the shells and they were attacked by ants. How I used to shut all of the blinds after looking out at the stars and before I got dressed (I was paranoid that the neighbors that lived, of course, too far away to see anything, and too old to care, would see me).
The house felt so empty without Papa there.
I kept expecting him to come around from out of the garage (his workshop was out there), drink in hand, walking out and laughing. I miss him.
My mom walked into his closet and took all his infamous Hawaiian shirts, and gave me one of his robes. Everything still smells like him.
Both my mom and I cried on the way home.
I miss him. Terribly.
Good night.
This is the house I grew up in. With my mom and dad things were always inconsistant. Especially with my mom. We were always moving.
I'm going to miss the house. I had my own room. My mom and I escaped to live there for awhile when I was five and we couldn't afford to live anywhere else. I remember my Papa always lecturing me on walking with barefeet and then the time I stubbed my toe on the tiles in the entryway. The time we went out for steamed clams and I wanted to save the shells and they were attacked by ants. How I used to shut all of the blinds after looking out at the stars and before I got dressed (I was paranoid that the neighbors that lived, of course, too far away to see anything, and too old to care, would see me).
The house felt so empty without Papa there.
I kept expecting him to come around from out of the garage (his workshop was out there), drink in hand, walking out and laughing. I miss him.
My mom walked into his closet and took all his infamous Hawaiian shirts, and gave me one of his robes. Everything still smells like him.
Both my mom and I cried on the way home.
I miss him. Terribly.
Good night.