Author: malloryewilliams

I live in a little house in the middle of no where, surrounded by hundreds of beautiful flowers. Those flowers being, Azaleas.

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I live in this little house with two wonderful people, who I call Maw-Maw and Granddaddy.

And in this house Music is constantly being played and the song that seemed to be on repeat was Hank Williams, “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry.”

The smell of Azaleas and anything that my Maw-Maw was cooking was the first thing that hit your senses when you entered the house.

The second was Granddaddy singing along to his favorite same old song.

But one day,

The music stopped.

My Granddaddy had passed and my home became drastically different.

The once beautiful azaleas,

Withered.

The once lively house,

Dull.

My once full of life Maw-Maw,

Depressed.

With death time seems to stand still as you learn to cope with someone no longer being a major part of your life.

But also with death comes life, not only did the flowers bloom again.

But my home became home again,

Music still played and there were no tears or sadness if Granddaddy’s favorite song was one of the ones that happened to play, there was only laughter and good memories.

My Maw-Maw was back to her normal self, remembering her husband through their old routine.

My home went back to being home,

But there was always someone missing but never forgotten.

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