~This is a picture of her holding my uncle, when he was a baby~
~My Grandma, my father on the right, my aunt Lois standing in the middle, Uncle Lorin on the left~
My father absolutely adored his mother, and from what my mother tells us, was never the same when she passed away. When my father was in the Navy, during WWII, he wrote her a letter every week. My mother still has those letters, all tucked away in an old shoebox, just like grandma left them. My grandmother passed away at an early age, early 60's, and so did my father, we buried him on his 60th birthday; I am sure that they had a very sweet reunion on the other side when he passed.
I am the lucky recipient of a few of her belongings, they are tucked away in my china hutch, and in my hope chest, mostly for my eyes only, as they just seem to precious to display. When I do take them out to clean them, I can feel her near me, loving me as I know she did many, many years ago, and as she still does today.
Earlier this Spring, my sister and I drove by my grandparent's old home, and low and behold, it was for sale. We took one of the fliers and when we looked at it, it was unbelievable how the memories of being inside that house just came flooding back, sights and smells, everything!
Memories . . . ever so sweet!
"What we remember from childhood we remember forever — permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen."