This weekend was wonderful. There's something so comforting about going to my grandma's, to this place that has been the same my entire life, from the wallpaper to the shag carpeting. It's nice to feel that there are places that don't change. That coming here will always mean hugs and laughter, fish-fry dinners, afternoon naps and walks by the lake. That even though my grandpa is gone, we still feel his presence here. Yet it's a comfort to see things change, too, to watch new generations like my nephew bring new energy and even more love to this place.