Granny’s arm slipped into mine as we neared the old ruin. Every time I visited she insisted we go for a walk and every time we came down near the old ruin. We did I learned as the ruin was all that was left of her home from all those years ago.

A night that changed her life. Each time we ventured down here I would feel her arm tighten on mine as the memories came flooding back to her.

She remembers only sitting on the front lawn holding my mother as her world burned away in front of her.

She lost not only her home but her husband and a son. They found him in the little boy’s room his body over the top of his son.

“Lenny was a good man you know. He made me laugh, he loved life and he loved what we were making as…