Written for the contest " the empty room" sponsored by Craig Cornish. An inspiring prompt that got me thinking. I remember losing my grandfather, and going back to his house( my childhood happy place) where now my grandma lives alone. Its a beautiful spacious island house with long hallways, and grandpas clock now remains as a timeless souvenir. The emptiness of his room, is filled with memories , of when he used to make little swings for us; and I used to play marbles, which he gifted me, little things that gave me joy! Now defines my childhood.: Anyhow, sorry for rambling, sometimes writing brings so many memorie back. Always in my thoughts, for my grandfather;