We emptied the house, leaving behind the painting of 101 Dalmatians with my "modifications". Grandpa encouraged me to create with markers on the walls. We went through the boxes, finding mementos, like the coffee can, wrapped in cardboard and tape. Without them here I can't go back to that house. I can't make more memories with them, but I can reflect. I will always have those memories to look back on when times are low, but I won't cry anymore because I'm in a better place, looking at what I'm becoming. The house and them will always hold a special place in my heart and mine