I’d like to share something with you, if I may.
The image attached, is a new thing I treasure. That is my dear Grandfather’s writing on a frail piece of aged paper. A poem he had begun to conduct, but never seemed to finish it. It was found in our house a few weeks ago. My mother stumbled across it, completely dumbfounded by what she had discovered. You see, we have never encountered this piece of paper before. It appeared, as if out of thin air.
But let me tell you this; I took this as a sign. A sign that was very much needed, from someone who is no longer with this world. My Granddad was someone everyone looked up to and respected. A man that my Mother loved and appreciated it, so there was a reason it was found by her. I’m just glad she decided to share it with me first. I couldn’t believe it; it was overwhelming.
He had incredible handwriting, which you can see, it’s quite obvious. And he had a way with words. I figured I have inherited his style of writing, and his love of poetry and Shakespeare. It just goes to show, those whom are not around anymore, always have peculiar ways of turning up.
I decided to photograph this, so I’d never forget what a blessing it was to find this.
Anyway, Have a fab Saturday and a lovely long Bank Holiday Weekend! I know I will..
P.S. I apologize if I tend to discuss my family too frequently, but I love to express how much they have/had influenced me. So, bear with me, I’m just a girl whom adores her family.
‘Families are like branches on a tree. We grow in different directions, yet our roots remain as one.’