When Things Fall Apart

My dear mother sent me a picture of a view from her childhood home. My beautiful grandma still resides in the home. A home that was once destroyed, and then rebuilt by the hands of my grandfather, great uncle, and 15 year old uncle.

The photo is of where I learned how to swim. The place my cousins and I would make a swimming/dance routines. The place that Boppa wouldn't let us swim until the fish spawning was complete. The place I would host a summertime girls' night, or a quick dip post-tennis.

But then, an island, or something fell apart. It broke off and floated away. Right to Grammy's house.

I guess we'll just have to swim around it!