This beautiful photo is of my mother and her maternal grandfather, taken around 1938.
Mom moved into a care home two days ago. We are sorting through her home, deciding what to keep in the family, what to give away and what to throw away.
I have spent the past two nights in her empty house, still being as quiet as possible when I awake during the night. I have to keep reminding myself that mom is not going to notice if I move anything, or rummage through her drawers.
My sister and I have found so many treasures that provide a glimpse into mom’s past. There are photo albums that I have never seen before, as mom always put things away in their proper places. So many things.
I wonder why precious photos like this were kept “away” and not put up on her wall. I wonder what secrets I may never uncover.
Mom can remember her childhood home, but very little past that. Today will most likely be my last chance to learn more about her childhood.
Reflections 
What a beautiful picture of your mother and her maternal grandfather. A peaceful and happy image of good times shared. A real treasure. I remember the day my mother moved into a care home. It’s a big decision and often necessary but not necessarily easy. I also was left wondering about secrets and stories never shared.
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