Memories!

So when I was born there was an older couple that lived across the street. They had one daughter and she never had any children. So I became their only granddaughter.They moved away about an hour and my dad would take me there on his way to work so I could spend the days with them.Papa died when I was 6. And there isn't a day that I don't remember him. Mama died about a year ago but she lost her mind about 7 years ago. It was so sad. I would visit but she didn't know who I was.Yesterday my mom went to see her neice for some fresh veggies and a visit.She sent Mom home with a framed pic of them for me, her bible, a photo album full of old black and whites (so from Papa in the war), and the cross from her casket.I'm doing laundry at the old apt now because our w&d isn't in yet.I'm sitting here crying because I miss them so much. But I know that I am so lucky to have had them in my life and love me so much even if i wasn't really their family!