After her grandfather died, she was left with boxes of his keepsakes. Old photos and trinkets from his youth. A lifetime of memories. And while the first few were filled with fun treasures, it was the final that brought tears to her eyes.
The box was a collection of photos of her grandmother. Love letters and postcards splayed in between. Empty tubes of lipstick. Bottles of perfume. There were dried flowers, too. Daisies and roses. Ticket stubs to cheap movies and negatives of film. An antique romance. Dedicated to the love of his life, with whom he was now reunited.
The box was a collection of photos of her grandmother. Love letters and postcards splayed in between. Empty tubes of lipstick. Bottles of perfume. There were dried flowers, too. Daisies and roses. Ticket stubs to cheap movies and negatives of film. An antique romance. Dedicated to the love of his life, with whom he was now reunited.
