I
pulled out the picture of my grandmother holding back tears. I have
only a few memories of her loving smile and teaching me to love
life! I slept with a blankie she made me until it
started to fall apart. Now years latter I sat across the country from
all that I had known and loved, so far away from my friends and
family. My mother had sent me a box with pictures from my
grandmothers mission. For the first time in my life I realized the
importance of remembering those who have lived before us. I now have
these pictures hanging on my wall, they remind me that I
am not alone, that others
have walked through and experienced what I have and
that I have angels all around me.
Find
a story of one of your ancestors today! Read it! Learn from it! And
watch the generations come
together ;)
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