A reblog about my grandmother and the heritage she gave me in being thankful for family.
This painting may have no significance to you but it has so much meaning to me. It hangs on my wall and it is a reminder of my grandmother who lived in this house and has since passed on. In fact, this house no longer exists. It really is just a painting now and a memory. It is funny how things that have meaning and significance really have nothing to do with concrete items. Sometimes it takes death or a lifetime to figure this out but as they say a picture (or painting) is worth a thousand words.
I recently read a book that discussed the importance of older generations fostering relationships with younger generations. I immediately thought about my relationship with my grandmother. I looked at this house and thought about all the little details and why she was so special in my life. It was a modest house…
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