There was a time when Cuppa bought a fantastic gift for my mother. Or at least it was a fantastic idea. It was a Grandma’s journal with all sorts of prompts about things that a grandma could write about and leave as a heritage to her family.
Unfortunately, it was too much for my mother to contemplate in her old age — too daunting — so she gave it back. However, it did seem to spur her to write a few little things in her own way and in her own time. I wish it had been more, but something is better than nothing.
Since I am quite fond of animals as was my dad, this entry was quite revealing to me. I had thought that I could solely attribute this characteristic to my Dad, but the following entry indicates that my Grampa was also an animal person. This pleases me.
I think we shall continue to delve into Mom’s journal from time to time. I wonder what she’d think of her words going public if she knew?