Though they've been gone for several years now, within the walls of my grandparents' house, I could still sense their presence, hear their voices, and smell their familiar scents. Closing the door for the last time today marked more than just an end to my visits—it symbolized the closure of my childhood and adolescence. It's an incredibly sad day for me. Yet, in this moment of reflection, I'm reminded that the sun will rise again tomorrow. Life, in all its facets, continues to move forward. This includes the BSD-based mail system I've been diligently working on, which is nearing a significant milestone.
My #grandparents worked on the #buses in the days when the #drivers cab wasn't accessible from the the rest of the #bus. They'd be shocked to know how dangerous working in #publictransport has become.
Awhile ago I posted a picture of my hubby as a little boy (he is in the back seat) with his Grandpa rowing a boat on a lake...It got me thinking and painting so I could give him a special Christmas gift this year! Almost done!
Tell us the #myth in a toot and use the hashtag #MythologyMonday for boosts! If you are participating for the first time, best tag us too so we won't miss your toot! 💖
Check these beautiful picture books that I added to the #littlefreelibrary ! I really love the diversity of this selection . All share wonderful stories about family relationships and inter-generational love. The illustrations are all stunning !
"This is my memory picture. It contains sun, a terrace, and three women set apart by 20 years of life, respectively. It also contains all the planned and unplanned grief. It contains war, invisible, but on our lips." —Maggie Levantovskaya for @longreads