?Our existence is but a breif crack of light between two eternities of darkness?
her house on Cambridge street in Trenton, Michigan. My grandparents, who now live in
our old home, had become very close with Kay. Close enough, that Kay had left her home
I had played in as a child. As soon as I walked in the front door, I realized that the home
was kept exactly like Kay still lived there. Walking from room to room, I noticed the
I stood in front of ninteen hundred and fifty- four Cambridge street, the small
rectangular ranch home looked distant. I could make out a small indentation of the
ancient lawn sprinkler. Both the left and right sides of the house were blanketed in vines
which had hidden the damaged brick that lay underneath. Like Kay, the house was aged
and the crevices were simaler to wrinkles. The creamy tan paint still shines through yet it
there and very much alive.
Still hanging on the front door was a welcome sign. Even now I felt welcome into
her house. The first thing I did was lift her cookie jar lid, and indeed left inside was a
favorite kind of cookie. She always wanted to make piople happy in the tiniest ways. It
was ironic that there were cookies left in the jar. Then in eachroom there was a bed made
up with the fluffiest pillows just in case she had an overnight guest. It is a shame, I do not
think she ever did. Now, even after Kay is gone, her house is ready to welcome visitors.
As I walked through the house I began to notice the small nicks and scratched
surface. The den had an older style organ sitting towards the edge. Molding had fallen off
look in the basement. When I did, I realized that a leaky drain had dripped ice cold water
on the tile floor. A basket of laundry stood in front of the washer. Kay hung her laundry
out to dry, she could never afford a dryer. I used to help her fold it on occasion. Now
though, I can only look at the empty hangers and cloths line, and remember the way Kay
stood there with a smile always. Kay?s home, old and fragile, may die along with her.
Creamy tan in color, welcoming with cookies and pillows, yet faded and chipped.
Kay?s house paints her way of life into the mends of everyone. At 75,000 dollars, Kay?s
house sold to a deserving well-off couple. After much screetiny, my aunt and uncle