I grew up in Denver, Colorado.
All my family was there, including my grandparents, who I loved so much.
We lived just a few minutes from their home, so I would go visit anytime. So, you can imagine my dismay last year when dad announced we had to move. Dad’s job was going so well that his boss gave him a promotion. Part of the promotion was moving from the south to the coast. Dad and mom invited our grandparents over for dinner one evening and made the announcement. We were all in shock and tried to wrap our brains around what was happening. My grandmother was not the least bit surprised by the shocking announcement. It turns out she had been encouraging my dad to spread his wings and try to be all he could be. The thought of us living in Denver was hard because it was the only home we knew. Still, we got excited once the shock wore off and began discussing where we would leave. Dad told us we’d get a house in the city and settle in soon. But first, there was some work he had to finish up in Denver. You could already see the excitement in my sisters as they planned to buy more bathing suits. Now the beach would be close by and not miles and miles away. They loved Colorado, but the winter months were tough with all that snow. We all looked forward to summer, although the air conditioning made the house comfortable no matter the season. Now, we’d no longer need more heating to remain warm during the cooler months. Come to think of it, I did not have to shovel snow out of the driveway for mom anymore.