My Grandparent's Home

This is a house just like any other house. But not to me. This is the house my grandparents have lived in for over forty years. It is where I have spent Christmas and birthdays, lazy afternoons and sleepovers. It is where I kissed my grandfather just after he died, while his body was still warm. It is where I visit my grandmother now when I go to see her. It is a house that is nothing special, but that someday I will miss. And I want to remember everything, so on my last visit I decided to document it for posterity.