Autumn 2010

When it was all said and done, I felt like I was the only one who cared about the house. It was gone, the whole process over. Grandma died, the house was cleaned out, fixed up, and sold. All over a two month period that had passed before I was ready to except its possible arrival.

At no time in the past had I ever thought about twenty-seven Autumn Drive not being ours. It would always be Grandma and Pop Pop's house. I had always simply known this to be true, and now my feelings were clashing with reality.

I thought about it every day, had everyone else forgot? They excepted it, 'dealt' with our financial situation and acted accordingly, never stopping to think about what they were actually doing. I tried to tell them, warn them of what they were doing, but the language of love can never communicate with the irrational gibberish of money.

I felt the fear of seeing somebody die, the pain of watching someone suffer. Maybe everyone felt the way I did, but feared bringing their rawest emotions to the surface, only to know the anguish, fell the knife dig that much closer to their heart.