This past weekend I met my family down at Grandmother's house to help her pack her things to get ready for her move to Florence. Whereas I've known that this would happen for some time now, it's hard to believe that the time has finally come. It was my Grandmother's decision to move... she wants to be closer to her family and not feel so isolated in Millport, and she's got a great attitude and seems excited about the move. As much as I've tried to tell myself that this really is the best thing, it's hard letting go of the house, the barn, the pasture, the memories... This was my Great Grandmother's house beforehand (Mammaw), so it's been in the family for many, many years. Each year in May my Grandaddy's side of the family comes down for a reunion. We've always been taught that aside from God, family comes first and it's important to stay close and in touch with our relatives. I have countless memories spent at that house, and I'm having a tough time absorbing the idea of never going back.
On Sunday we all met at Grandmother's house and my cousin Brooke took a ton of pictures to document our memories. There is no way I could ever begin to describe Grandmother and Grandaddy like she did, so I encourage you to take the time to read her blog. She posts a Part 1 and Part 2 and I'm so glad she did!
Thanks for taking the time to read... please say a prayer for my Grandmother as she makes the transition to Florence and begins a new chapter of her life.