This is the house that my great-grandfather built in 1917. Five generations of my family have lived here. Although I have always wished I could call this place home, I have only ever been a visitor. But it still holds such special memories for me. It was a lovely, warm, almost magical place. Full of grandparents, cousins, and family history in every corner. It has not changed much since it was built, even much of the furniture inside has remained the same. Sadly, the time has come for our family to say goodbye. It feels almost impossible to say goodbye to such a piece of family history. Sometimes it feels as if the house itself is a member of our family. So just as we honor our grandparents with memories and stories of how we loved them and they loved us, so we will do with this house.
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