Bereavement

Experience when I visited my Grandparents farm, a few years ago. Us kids spent every summer helping, at the farm.
The house, so many great meals. The barns, so much manure shoveled, cows milked, bales thrown.

There was nothing left, as with you.
I hope you can keep the good memories, I vaguely remember that day, I vividly remember what made that house frame, a Special Place.
I wish you, Peace.

Koz