One of the ways this presents itself is through the enjoyment I receive when I use the old earthenware and china bequeathed to me from my mom, my grandmas, and my mother in law. They are no longer on this earth, but somehow, the act of pouring coffee into a cup that they once treasured brings them close to my heart.
I say it once again: It's the little things that bless me so.
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| This cup belonged to my dad's mom, Isabel Averill Gramling. |
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