|Handed Down From Who Knows Where?|
And then this, what is this silly thing? I look as this and it is filled with the same sense of humor that reminds me that my family is still with me. I can look at this and imagine what my mom, grandmother or grandfather would say about its origins. Believe me it does have origins, you know, the looney kind that families share and outsiders rarely understand when those shared moments just happen to happen in public.
I was looking at my hands the other day thinking boy do I need a manicure. It was then that I realized, I was looking at my mother's hands. We had the same hands and it was comforting because even though I know I will never see her hands again, I only need to look down at my own hands to remember hers.