“Poppa sure loved that home.”
“He did, sis.”
The old home’s decayed frame crumbled by time and gravity was a reminder of their past. It was hard to let go and leave childhood memories behind.
“Worst thing I ever did, letting him leave that house.”
“He was getting old Jake. You did what you had to do.”
The smell of lavender washed over the bright sun filled day. They hugged each other as Jean started to cry. Jake held her by the shoulders.
“The town is going to have it bulldozed”.
“I rather it rotted slowly like he should have”.