Indiana

I walked in the house today to close I could still hear my Uncle Bob telling me how to shut everything down, and my father walking behind him trying to remember exactally what to do. My Uncle has since gone, and my father; even though he is still here physically he is rapidly leaving us mentally. Whats left of our family is kind of what is left of this house. Broken. Some of us are trying to fix what is broken while others of us do not care at all. The overwhelming sadness of this day has taken me back, while the memories and nature's awesome painting keeps me here...