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I went rooting around looking for a tablecloth and found this one. It was
in a white plastic bag and still showed the creases from being pressed. It
occurred to me that this was one of the tablecloths I'd kept from my
grandmother's house after she died. And she was the one who ironed it. It
felt a little like breaking a seal on a tomb.
3 comments:
Gosh when i read your caption, i got goose bumps. Something as simple as ironing a table cloth to remind you of someone you love. That should teach us to do everything in our lives with great passion...we never know how it will affect someone else. I needed to hear that today. :)
I almost cried when I read that.
Aww :) How sweet. Nice tablecloth, and nice memories...
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