It was a very moving afternoon, as we decided to go check what used to be my Grandpa’s house. I’ve never actually met him. Unfortunately, he passed when he was young, and so I only have these stories that my family shares about him. He was apparently super smart, an engineer, and it’s definitely really sad to know that I won’t be able to meet him in this lifetime, because I’m sure he would have been so interesting to talk to. His little home was truly beautiful, and the lady living there now, she used to know him. She’s family too, because she married my Grandpa’s brother actually.
We had a lovely time there, she has a stunning garden full of roses. It was just so peaceful. I tried homemade elderflower juice for the first time, it was insanely delicious. I could not believe how refreshing and sweet that drink was. She gave me a bottle to go… hum ? So nice of her. She told us more stories of my Grandpa, and gave us a tour, and I felt joyous having this new connection with my past. There were a bunch of family photographs in black and white that I’d never seen. I was real grateful that so many memories remained for me to learn about.