One of the few photos of my paternal grandmother. Elizabeth died a few days after Dad was born. She was only about 21 years old. Of course, Dad didn't know his birth mother. But he was raised in a family with so much love. He was so lucky that Anna and Don embraced dad and made a family with him. That love flowed down to me and the rest of us. Anna and Don were the grandparents I knew and who I am connected to.
Still, I cherish the photos of Elizabeth and I look in the mirror to see if I can find a resemblence. I love Elizabeth and Paul for my dad and our history. When I see the photos of them together, I see the love and strength of my birth grandparents.
Still, I cherish the photos of Elizabeth and I look in the mirror to see if I can find a resemblence. I love Elizabeth and Paul for my dad and our history. When I see the photos of them together, I see the love and strength of my birth grandparents.
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