I think one of the saddest moments of our life is when the door of the grandparents' house closes forever, that is, when that door closes, we end the meetings with all the family members, who on special occasions when they get together, they exalt surnames, as if they were a royal family, and, always carried by the love of grandparents, like a flag, they (grandparents) are guilty and complicit in everything.
When we close the grandparents' house, we also end the happy afternoons with uncles, cousins, grandchildren, nephews, parents, brothers and even newlyweds who fall in love with the environment that is breathed there.
You don't even have to leave the house, being at your grandparents' house is what every family needs to be happy.
The Christmas meetings, watered with the smell of fresh paint, that every year that comes, we think "... what if this is the last time"? It is difficult to accept that this has a deadline, that one day everything will be covered with dust and laughter will be a distant memory of perhaps better times.
The year passes while you wait for those moments, and without realizing it, we go from children opening presents, to sitting next to adults at the same table, playing lunch, and the aperitif for dinner, because family time does not pass and the appetizer is sacred.
The grandparents' house is always full of chairs, you never know if a cousin will bring a girlfriend, because here everyone is welcome.
There will always be a thermos with coffee, or someone willing to do so.
You greet people who walk through the door, even if they are strangers, because the people on your grandparents' street are your people, they are your city.
Closing the grandparents' house is saying goodbye to the songs with the grandmother and the grandfather's advice, to the money they give you secretly from your parents as if it were illegal, to cry with laughter for any nonsense, or to cry the pain of those who left too soon. . It is saying goodbye to the thrill of coming to the kitchen and discovering the pots, and savoring the “nona's food”.
So, if you have the opportunity to knock on the door of this house and someone opens it for you from the inside, enjoy it whenever you can, because seeing your grandparents or your old people, sitting around waiting to kiss you is the greatest feeling, wonderful, that you can feel in life.
We discovered that now we have to be the grandparents, and our parents are gone, we will never miss the opportunity to open the doors to our children and grandchildren and celebrate with them the gift of the family, because only in the family is where the children and grandchildren are they will find the opportune space to live the mystery of love for those who are closest and for those around them.
Enjoy and enjoy your grandparents' house, as there will come a time when, in the solitude of your walls and corners, if you close your eyes and concentrate, you may perhaps hear the echo of a smile or a cry, stuck in time. Besides, I can say that when you open them, the longing will catch you, and you will ask yourself: why was everything so fast? And it will be painful to find out that he didn't leave ... we let him go ...