Liz Ludden

Gramp

He died, finally. Gramp was old, the oldest person I have ever known. I loved him but he was almost ninety years old and could hardly see. Everyone in the family said that it was time. I came home early for Christmas break but not for the funeral. No-one seemed to care whether I was there or not. It was more important to Dad that I help him clean out Gramp’s house. Dad grew up in that house and there was an outhouse in the backyard painted the same mint green color as the house. Dad said that they were still using the outhouse in the fifties.