My grandma has decided that she is not strong enough to live alone anymore. She is now permanently moving into my aunt and uncle's house. She has spent the past few winters with them and she is very comfortable and happy there.
But, this is the first time in my life that I have seen her porch like this. There is no porch furniture. No green metal swing. Empty. And everyday when I drive by it, the sight is still surprising.
I have been able to walk to Grandma's house whenever I wanted for my entire life. And Brynn and I would just walk down just to say hello. Brynn has mentioned many times that she can't do that anymore. And it definitely makes her sad. Me too.
The house is being sold. All of her stuff, auctioned off. Such a change.