… My grandma passed away nearly ten years ago and granddad not long after that. I have not been back to the place that was always very dear to me since…

… I drove back there last summer, not knowing what I would find…

… Walking around the house my memories came back to life. I found grandma’s pearls on the little table by the mirror and it looked like she had left them there that morning. A wardrobe was full of her clothes, a towel was hanging in the same place. Combs were there as well, and I could picture my grandma brushing her grey hair and tying it up with a few clips. I went from one room to the other looking for traces of my childhood. My thoughts took me away, and I could almost hear voices and sense that special smell which only my grandparents’ house used to have…

… I realized that this house would never be the same. The most precious things were gone…

… I closed the door and understood, that it was time to let go…