What really struck me hard was this is likely all that is left for us to remember them. This one tiny piece of paper is all that remains to tell us they were even here. This one wilted and tattered sheet that sat unnoticed by an ungrateful ancestor.
I just discovered what I think is my grandparents’ wedding gift list (my grandmother was not one to omit recording these essential details), and since my father — the link between us — will be here in a few days, I plan to show it to him (I ended up with the box of 100 year-old photographs and oddments that some families have).
Finding it didn’t make me sad: I was glad to find it, as it gives me yet another insight into their lives.
