I have my Grandma Butters’ bedroom set. It’s not perfect. There’s a red hair dye stain on the headboard (which is how you actually live to be 94 years old and still sport gorgeous, red hair). The stain comforts me. It reminds me of grandma and her story — her story lives on in me and my children. She is a link in my family chain.
I wonder how many books my grandma read in bed …
how many letters did she write in bed….
how many phone calls did she take in bed…
how many times did she have to rub her head in that one spot to create that unwashable stain?
My grandma lived a long, blessed, hard, wonderful life and I was so grateful to share in some of that. And this red stain, that I look at as I make my bed every day, reminds me of her.
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