Markings

Yesterday was full of family and feasting; recollections, recitations, Owen and Miles' violin renditions; gaming and much laughter. I can't help but think (know) that I come from the best family around. And, I've got 100 people to back me up on that!
Between turkey and pie, Grandma slid a hand-addressed envelope across the table in each of our various directions. Inside was a copy of a journal entry of Grandpa's, dated March 24, 1989. Matt was voice as he read Grandpa's account of "What of (himself) he owe(s) to others." Thought-provoking, patriotic, and tender were his responses. Few of us were dry-eyed by the time Matt reached the bottom of the page. We, too, felt "a sense of joy in togetherness." Such joy is an emotion fostered by Grandma and Grandpa. I've gone on to make my own list of "what of myself I owe to others" - it's full of things I owe to my sweet Grandparents, two I am forever grateful for.