Holidays are filled with joy and laughter, stress and tears.  This year, I have traveled back home, which for me is in the South Suburbs of Chicago.  For the last seven years, my childhood home has housed another family.  Instead, we go to my grandparent’s home each year.  My parents purchased the home from their estate when my (last grandparent) grandmother passed away.  Initially, visiting them brought on an emotional gamut.  I was happy to see my parents and for them to see their grandchildren, but also so sad about my forged childhood memories.   One of many needle points made by my Maternal Grandmother. When my Grandparents purchased the house in the late 60's, the previous owners had fallen in love with a Swiss Chalet and its views while vacationing in the Alps.  They recreated the scene in the basement.  The original furniture they purchased was sold with the house and still remains there today. The last of my grandparents passed away in 2006.  When