One Room, One Heart

Four years ago on June 11, 2013 I lost my Poppy. My Grandfather was my rock. I was inordinately lucky to grow up across the street from him and he was an enormous part of my life. He made me feel so special every minute we spent together. The amazing thing is, he did this for countless other people. Whether you were a stranger or his family, he made you believe that you were special and had great things to give the world. 

On that early morning four years ago, my family was gathered around him in my Grandparent's room in the house that I've grown up in off and on my whole life. It was a sad day.  I still miss him dearly all of the time. Though filled with sadness, that memory also has so much gratitude in it. I'm thankful to have had my family with me that day. The family that he and my Nanny have gifted me is second to none. Even though I feel immense sadness when I remember that day, my heart is full because we were together. 

Last year I wrote a piece that was about how my Poppy lives on in me. This year I'm writing about that room. A room and a home that holds so many of the memories I hold near and dear. It's a place that has always been there as I've passed through many legs of my journey in life.  Even when the physical room isn't in our family, I know the idea of it will always be in my heart and will forever offer me comfort, joy and beautiful memories. 

One Room

One room where a little girl plays with her Nanny’s necklace.

One room where children and grandchildren read stories and hide from the night.

One room where a young woman gazes out the window into the wide world.

One room where a cat sleeps giving comfort to a great man.

One room where a family gathers to hear one last breath.

One room where a woman prepares to become a wife.

One room where the heart of a family lives on.