I imported a batch of photos this morning, and I saw two in there that Tracey must have taken, and they really caught my eye. Not only are the images pleasing on their own, they made an emotional connection with me because of where the objects came from.
This one is of a clock that always sat on a table in my grandparents' house. I can still remember it chiming on the hour when we visited. It lived on a table my grandfather had refinished beautifully.
And this one is of a German incense burner at my other grandparents' house. I always begged my grandfather to light it, and he always would—but never without a caution against the dangers of smoking.
So of course, the photos of these simple heirlooms reminded me of my grandfathers, whom I have missed a lot over the past few years. Grampy and Granddad, I miss you, but you will always be in my memory, and these things will always be in my house to remind me of your love.