Now 16 years after leaving home, the one constant I could always count on is gone. Yesterday I spent the day at my grandpa's house and he wasn't there. A yard sale was in progress in order to sale off the unwanted items of his life. I walked through the rooms of the home that he had built himself over 40 years ago, searching for something. I'm not sure what I was hoping to find as I looked through rooms bereft of his things. Several of the rooms had already been gutted and painted in preparation for someone new to inhabit them. My one constant is gone and I am left feeling adrift.
Grandpa and Me