There is this buitiful story that i want to tell you. so here it goes, this one evening or morning cant really remember sadly. my nana was doing her normal thing then she came up to me and said, "Bubleloo can you rub my feet". and i said yes. i really miss her and it is 2020 at the time i am writing this but it does not matter, i felt my nana needed some stories for her obituary. Well anyways there was this other time when my nana had told me the story of captain fisher. the wise fisherman and ect, well she told me the story of him. the story goes, "there once was this time where i was cleaning the Gables and I was cleaning upstairs. meaning i was cleaning on the very top floor of the big house. well anyways i turned off the tv and went to the coach house to eat breakfast, i ate then i felt that i needed to finnish this cleaning in the gable top floor. so i  went up there and the tv was on again. i got scared a little then i went to the other house (Coach House). I just stayed there for a bit". that is the story my nana said to me. I was always not to fond of the big house and my nana was not to. my nana grew up in that house, or so to say houses. If my nana was here right now she would be proud of me and also a little mad at me. well anyways nana just one last thing. I miss it so much when you called me bubaloo. I would die to here you say that again. I love you nana so much, i miss you. Hope who ever reads this feels the same. END