Because my grandfather died unexpectedly in 1991 and no one else was in line to use the A-Frame, my grandmother just kind of gradually faded from using it over time. I don't know if there was a last day, you know? So it sat for 15 years looking like they had left yesterday. My grandfather's slippers were still by his living room chair when we bought it.
In some ways it was hard to move their stuff out, as you can imagine. How do you throw away your grandparents's bed? Someday Zane's kids will do the same to our belongings. They'll scoff at my YOURS and MINE bureau and wonder how we got the bed up that little stairway. The thought of it makes my heart heavy.
In other ways it was liberating. My relationship with my grandparents was not always awesome - it was in fact, frequently painful - and although I spent a good amount of time in the A-Frame as a child I don't have a ton of warm and fuzzy feelings about it. Going through their stuff made me consider them as whole and interesting people, not just my intimidating grandparents. I think the process of moving them out of the A-Frame has actually helped me to move them into my heart.
Here is a slideshow of how the house looked in November 2010: