I've been really missing my grandparents lately. When Salvatore died and we went to the church for the funeral mass I wept like a baby, it was the first time I had been in the catholic church since they died. They played all the same music, Ave maria, let there be peace on earth, etc. It took all my strength not to run out of the church, it was like they had both just died.
This is when we all saw for the first time where our cottage was before it was washed away. I'm proud of the picture because it feels like a historical documentation of our family history and really captures their love, I'm glad that I was there to share it with them as painful as it was.
Is that them reviewing their washed away house?
Losing the people we love is the hardest thing most people go through in life. I hope you can find some comfort in the happy memories you have and that you feel better soon. Wine helps too.