I spent the day at my great grandpa's house helping him clean. When I say helping him clean though, I don't mean vacuuming and dusting. My great grandma was a hoarder. She died about three years ago, right around the Fourth of July, and ever since then, we've taken on the slow process of first making the house save for my grandpa and now going through boxes and cupboards and back rooms. Going through old things, especially ones that are connected to my family, it one of my favorite things to do. It's amazing the amount of cool stuff in that house that was hiding under all of the Dollar Tree crap.
The reason it wasn't as much fun as usual today is because my grandpa wasn't having a good day. He loved my grandma with all his heart and they were together over 50 years, so going through all of the things she saved isn't easy for him. Today was just one of those days that was less about going through things and more about company. It made me sad for him, especially when he said, after talking about grandma for a while, "I can't complain though, we had a good life," like his was over. I almost lost it right there. I went there with the hopes that'd it take my mind off of things with Sam but it just made it worse. Still, it was nice seeing my great grandpa - I know you're not supposed to pick favorites, but he's up there on my list of favorite family members.
It's already almost 11 and I have to work tomorrow with my mom, but I'll do my best to post pictures tomorrow of the things I brought home with me from his house today.
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