Nena & Deda’s

A documentation of my grandparents home

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Eagerly waiting to enter, the door opens….
Total joy floods out, embracing you and warming every part of you. For a brief second, you are encompassed by love.

In the distance, beyond the screen door, a tail wags, accompanied by a familiar cry for attention.

The air is filled with familiar smells, the house is alive with memory.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Though faded and out of date, the calendar remained on the wall. It’s a quiet reminder of where he comes from and the people he knows there.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Each morning begins with light filtering through the lace, quiet and familiar.
The robe my Nena prepared for me waits nearby, ready to be slipped on.

 

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