My sister texted yesterday. She had to head up to my Grandma's house with my Dad and help him begin clearing it out. The government has raised the taxes from $5 to $1500 a quarter and the state is taking the house to help pay for Grandma's medical expenses. I understand, I really do. Her medical expenses are real and mounting, I'm sure.
I'm also sure the government has no clue what that house means to my grandmother and her family. It is permeated with memory, vivid and dear to us all. It makes me so sad. This is the end of a huge part of my life growing up. I feel so sorry for my Dad and sister having to pack away the House that Love Built. I'm so sad I can't be there to help, nor can I be there to recapture those precious memories.