This spot holds such vivid memories of my Grandpa's last trip to his hometown. In my mind I can almost squint to see him sitting here one last time with my Grandma, Jack and Amelia. They were 5 and 7. A year later, my Grandma passed away and he was on hospice. What I remember is all the reasons why I wanted to say no to that trip but I'm forever grateful that I said yes- to the relationships, the moves, the years, the journey. It still hurts, the way I opened my heart, the way I asked my little family to open their hearts, knowing it would mean so many goodbyes. And here we are, still remembering.