I'm sure he'd understand actually. But I do have to admit it is weird to think of my family tree's contracting. My parents are in their 60's.... I'm not sure I'm ready for what happens next. Let's banish that thought...
When I was talking to my mom about the funeral and travel and such I asked if I could have a family memento, that would remind me of the early years in our family. Something multi-generational. After much discussion about it, she was able to secure an old brass hunting horn for me, that I do remember from like being 5 years old. It has no particular story, my grandmother had bought it an estate sale is all.
But now that all my grandparents are dead I needed something from this side of my family. So from my mom's side I have this horn. From my dad's side I have the dish they (my paternal grandparents) used to keep candy in for us when we visited. Nothing worth much at all, probably $20 for the both of them but emotionally priceless.
So now as I'm feeling nostalgic about my childhood here are some seldom seen, early pictures of me, some with my grandparents on both sides.
And the title? Well it just fits on a lot of levels, I'll let you figure them all out. I love my grandparents. I miss them. And I'm thankful for everything the ever sacrificed for me or shared with me.
Sorry to hear about your grandfather. I also love little family trinkets that are worth sentimental value over monetary value. When my grandmother died, I had to have a kitchen magnet that she bought me with my name on it. It was always on her fridge.
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