When I turned 40, my mother found
this photo of my grandmother Johanna,
holding my father. While I always knew
I had a grandmother that died before
I was born, I just never gave it any
thought about what she looked like.
When my mother gave me this photo,
I felt a tremendous sense of loss.
Johanna's smiling face tugged at my heart.
I see Johanna's eyes and smile in my oldest
daughter's face. Even now to this day, I miss
not knowing my grandmother.
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