I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too. I think of you in silence. I often speak your name. All I have are memories, and your picture in a frame. Your memory is my keepsake,.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.” --- I thought the father was going to say, "You nailed it.
What an amazing way to remember grandparents.I love hands and feet. I take pictures of my grandparents hands all the time. Their face may look different than you remember, but their hands take me back to childhood with one glance.