Carlsbad, California, United States

Old Times There, Aren't Forgotten

On Friday I took a detour on my way back from San Diego to drive by my Pop's parents house.

Turned out to be not the best idea.

The house was falling apart. The paint was peeling on the eaves and siding. The lawn, which my grandparents always kept beyond immaculate and well maintained, was a mess, full of weeds and dead spots.

Even though the physical condition of the house was a mess, the memories of all the good times we had in that house are alive and cherished.

As I drove away, I could almost see my grandma waiting at the front door, waiting for us to arrive. I can see my grandpa at his bar, mixing our first of many Shirley Temple's

I miss them.

Old Times There, Aren't Forgotten