Memories
These items are hanging in my dad’s shop…they were his mom’s. My Grandma’s pink cowboy hat and a clock that he bought for her when he was younger. I think he got it for her when he was overseas in Germany before he deployed for Vietnam. They are in stark contrast to everything else in this very masculine sanctuary. They are his memories.
What do you take of a person after they are gone? The house was so silent. It was full of family, as we gathered to go through her things and take our mementos, but it was silent of her spirit. Once a place that was filled with her presence, but yet, became so empty in a moment. I took all the angels that I had bought for her over the years. She loved angels. They now line Anya’s windowsill, watching over her. Just like her great-grandma…she’s watching over the little ones that she loved so dearly. The little ones who will only know her from photos when they were babies. I wish they had more.
Oh Stacy! Such lovely, tender words! What a tribute to your grandmother. I’m sorry for your loss.
Thanks Christina…it was actually over a year ago that she passed, but seeing these items in my Dad’s shop last weekend got me all weepy again. 😥
This seems like a post that needs ((hugs)).
Lovely photo.
Beautiful, touching words and photo. Memories and the objects which recall them are precious to me. People think I’m a bit weird when they find out my most sentimental value object. A bit of a coincidence that I read this as I just photographed that “object” for a later post. And like you, there are a grandmother and great grandparents I wish my boys could have known.
Love what you’ve shared with us. {{{HUGS}}}