With days that often feel blurred, where memories can easily fade, connections to those we love matter, as do stirring up memories to help us define and keep alive our stories. When I was home my cousin Judy brought over a thoughtful little scrapbook that she had made about my Dad’s mother. The scrapbook held a few photos, heartfelt text, and a keyhole to the past.
Judy paired the photos with little anecdotes, and personal notes that spoke tenderly of the very heartbeat of our grandmother.
Family, home, a wedding photo,
And a photo I hadn’t seen before.
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