Thursday, October 26, 2006


This summer I was given a box of my grandparent's photographs to sort and organize. Some of them were very old pictures, and most of them were ones I had never seen before. As I sorted, I found my school pictures-- kindergarden, first, second; up to fifth grade, the year that they died. I was struck with an incredible sadness that they didn't get to see me grow up.
When I was almost near the end of the project, I found this picture. There they are, watching. And I felt comforted. If they don't know who I have become, then someday they will when we meet again.


susan said...

wow what a nice thought, Great Page! Keep up the good work.

Anonymous said...

That's neat! It brought tears to my eyes. I miss them, too.