“Why do you still keep Grandpa’s shoes out here? He’s not here anymore so nobody’s gonna wear them anymore right?” Grandma laughed, a laugh I now knew was forced. Her smile never lit up her eyes. “If any robbers come, it’ll look like the man of the house is home. And this way, they won’t dare to come in.”
I accepted her answer without question, because all children seek is answers. I was too young to understand.
But now… Maybe it was something more. Like so many others, maybe my grandma was living in the past; caught in the fine line between past and present. So many of us appear to be “living”, yet what people see is actually an empty shell. And while our bodies are here in the present, our minds are trapped in a time long ago, where better memories lay.