By the time I was born, my maternal grandmother had been in her grave for almost 2 years. My maternal grandfather for a decade. This past summer was the first time I had a chance to see their photographs... I almost cried. These were the great people who raised my mother into the amazing woman she is.
They look so happy and perfect! I felt closer to these people I had never met and look nothing like, people my mother spoke little but so fondly of, the people who suffered and worked hard to raise a family of six during a difficult and tumultuous period in China.
I was thrilled to see my gorgeous grandma in a wedding photo:
I decided to see if I could make a rough (15 minute) replica:
The problem with photos and drawings... Is that they're not alive. They can't talk or laugh with you. They can't teach or hear you. They can't hug or tease you. They can't know you ever loved them so much without seeing them face to face or sighed at night wishing you could do so.
Oh how I wish I had had just had one hour with my grandparents... To say hello and goodbye, to thank them for my mother, and to tell them that Jesus loves them.
~CJ
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