Good things

As the saying goes, good things come in small packages. I would include envelopes too. Not the big fat stuffed with cash envelopes (although I suppose some would think these good!), but nice little envelopes.  My dad’s colleagues and some of my friends have sent condolence cards and notes, and it’s like unwrapping a fragment of time whenever one was opened.  I have to say it’s remarkable what you remember 🙂

There’s a mosaic of memories in all these and piecing together all the stories creates a brilliant recollection of so many good times.

Like photographs made from words not images!