Today would have been my grandparent's anniversary, and it is bittersweet knowing it is their first heavenly anniversary together (but for them-I know it is incredibly sweet.) As I sat down this evening to reflect on life as I always do, I realized I had not opened a group chat (for many hours) where family members had been sending their happy anniversary messages all day to both of my grandparents. At my grandmother's funeral two weeks ago, my cousin had inquired about the 55th wedding anniversary powerpoint my brother had created a long time ago. Well, by some miracle, the video was found and uploaded and boy did the tears spill. There is something so incredibly raw about seeing yourself move through time captured on video and seeing your family move through time as well. Time travels by so very quickly. If we could slow it down and place it in the bottle, we would make millions. But alas, we cannot. Time may be one of life's most complicated gifts. The fact that we have a finite time here on earth brings into question who we are, who we love, what we are doing, what we aren't doing, how we forgive, how we transform, what we are passionate about, how we want to help others and the fact that we don't have all the time in the world to do so. Time heals but it also hurts. It keeps you questioning and it very naturally forces change. People change. Places change. Families change and yet despite all these changes, we find the greatest comfort and nostalgia when we hold close the places that never seem to change. 200 Meadow Lane was and always will be one of my favorite places in the world. Even as young as first grade, it was there I learned the true meaning of time. I knew how hard it hurt my heart to say goodbye after the holidays and deep down, even as a little girl, when I would sit in my grandfather's chair and become blue hours before we were about to depart back to Pittsburgh, I knew that these precious memories, the parades and cousin clubs, the food and the merriment, the good health and the joy wouldn't remain forever. I wanted to hold on for as long as possible and thanks to my grandparents, they created a place that was just so hard to say goodbye to. But how blessed I was to have experienced a place, that despite all of life's changes and the passing of time, remained absolutely timeless and pure. The grandfather clock was always in the right place, there was cocktail time at a certain hour, and I loved the decorations that would come out during all of the holidays. 200 Meadow Lane has to be in heaven somewhere. The place itself is so special, that I have to believe the whole family is meeting there again-ready for the holidays. Someone in heaven is going to open that little snowman by the staircase filled with chocolate kisses and the little dish by the T.V. filled to the brim with red and green mint M&M's. Thank you grandma and grandpa for solidifying heaven for me (and for all of us.) Everything beautiful in life was found in one meeting place...a timeless treasure.