Stories That Prove Family Is Life’s Deepest
My grandma would only give me one old postcard for my birthdays. I would frown and roll my eyes. I was 17 when she di:ed. When I was 37,
I realized those were actually the most precious gift that I could’ve ever hoped for. If she had given me money or material things, they’d be long gone by now. But her words? They’ll stay with me forever,
I took them home and hung them on my wall. Now, they’re one of my most treasured possessions. Thank you, Granny Elizabeth… I love you.