I know to take one last breath of fresh, clean air before I open the front screen door and then the faded, chipped white wood door. I walk in, and the blend of the aroma of apples and old people suffocates me. As I walk in, the same two-year old cat food is right where it has been for the last six months: in front of the front door on the cold faded tile floor. The cat disappeared four months ago, but I guess there is still hope that he will come back one day. I approach the sliding wooden door to enter the front living room and see some bird feed on the floor that must have been spilled the previous week along with a stack of news papers.
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"Hey sis." he gums out without ungluing his dark gray eyes from the dust covered TV.
"Hi Grandpa. How are you?" I always say. I can hardly ever hear what his response is because of the loud noise from the TV. I talk to my Grandpa about the current price of gas and he tells me that it was a dime for a gallon when he first started driving and he always asks how my car is running and if I ever need any help doing anything on it, then all I have to do is ask. I know my grandpa really would. Then I start my usual routine of cleaning his house. I don't understand how dirty one's house can get in just one week. So I clean for a while and go and sit down in the living room next to my Grandpa. Just as I sit down my Grandpa exclaims, "Those damn Donkeys haven't been the same since Elway left."
"Yeah," I say trying to sound like I understand what he is saying.
"Thanks for cleaning up. I'm going to pay you for that," Grandpa says with confidence.
"That's okay Grandpa." I respond. We continue to watch the clean, now clear TV. Usually it is John Wayne or some nature show on cable. Eventually, I fall asleep on the hard, but comfortable, beige couch in the living room. Laying there on that couch, I just remember all of the great times I've had in this house and how fun it was growing up around my spunky Grandparents. I remember the time that Chad had a horny toad and accidentally let it go in the living room with my Grandma sitting right there; my Grandma got so pissed off at him. I also remember seeing my Grandma go outside and try sneaking a cigarette every chance that she got. Sometimes the whole Jones family would come to Montrose to my Grandparent's house for Thanksgiving, which was the best. The smell of the homemade rolls and the turkey just made me happy that I was here around all of my family. When it was time to...