Today marks 10 years since my Grandma H. passed away. Sometimes I’m surprised at how much you can miss someone when they have been gone so long. One of my most cherished memories was the last time I saw her in the nursing home. I crawled into bed next to her, and she stroked my hair and told me how much she loved me. This little glass butterfly was a gift from me to her while she was in the nursing home. Now it is a part of my home and my memories.
(I will post this weekend’s photos tomorrow.)
One thought on “Day 353: Delicate Memories”
it’s good to have things left to talk to us after their owners are gone.
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