For a few months now, it was very hard for me to head down into my basement at home. It is a lovely space, in fact, it is a whole apartment. It was my grandparents apartment.
My grandmother had died in October, and every time I went downstairs for something, it was painfully obvious to me that she was really gone.
But then in January, we needed to start to find space for pieces that were to be set aside for the new store. New products, new fixtures, new supplies. I cleared out what had been the bedroom first. We lined the room with shelves so we could organize our treasures. We managed to fill the room.
We spread out into the kitchen area when the opening shipment of Le Creuset arrived at our doorstep. On four wooden pallets.
The basement no longer represents sadness and loss, it now serves as a reminder that life moves forward, and so do we. My grandparents left me so many wonderful gifts, both tangible and intangible. It is their undying gift of hope and love that fills the apartment now. And a large order of kitchenware. But is mostly it is filled with hope and love.
Follow along on my journey to relocate my business and piece it all back together.
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But all is not lost, I consulted an expert, my wife Lori Greene. (Here is a batch of her correspondence going out today!)