I think it's lovely that you've kept the old photo and were able to track down who they were. I often wonder what happened to my great grandmother's things when she passed. I have no photos of her or her husband. I hope maybe some place someone enjoyed them.
I hope by the time you and Kayla leave this dusty rock the laws have changed and you guys are considered kin legally.
When my mom died it was strange to go through her things. At the time I couldn't deal with the idea of throwing anything away, and so everything was boxed up and shoved anywhere I could fit it. Three moves, a grandson she'll never meet, and five years later there's not much left that was hers. The things I have have become so integrated into my daily life that almost none of them remind me of her anymore. Tucked into a closet there is a box of VHS tapes that I keep even though I have nothing to play them on because I know she's on them. Just waiting for me to find a way to get them onto a media I can play, and hear her voice one more time.Sitting on the piano I don't know how to play is the box her ashes were kept in before I spread them, and on top of that box sit a pair of glasses that aren't mine. Those remind me of her. They are my touchstone to a sense of something that the photos and collection of books just can't give me
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I am very late replying to this comment, but I just read it and I wanted you to know it made me cry. And then I went over to the jars and boxes of keys and looked through them and wondered which ones were your mom's and what doors they opened.
Thank you for reminding me this post was here. It was good to read it again, and come back to those thoughts.
I tried to remember which keys I gave you. I know it was the her college key chain from Tusculum, but that's all I remember. I can't picture them, but I know in a heart beat I'd know what they sounded like. That's what I remember more than anything. The incredibly distinct sound that her unique collection of keys and key chains combined to make. I always knew when she walked into a house because I knew the sound of those keys.
What a beautiful end note. Few things make me proud to look around my room and see all these odds-and-ends articles that others would see as junk, but this post did.
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I hope by the time you and Kayla leave this dusty rock the laws have changed and you guys are considered kin legally.
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Thank you for this.
Love.
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I tried to remember which keys I gave you. I know it was the her college key chain from Tusculum, but that's all I remember. I can't picture them, but I know in a heart beat I'd know what they sounded like. That's what I remember more than anything. The incredibly distinct sound that her unique collection of keys and key chains combined to make. I always knew when she walked into a house because I knew the sound of those keys.
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