Working on AD's House

P's grandmother is sending movers to pack up AD's house next week.  So we went over last weekend to get more of his things.

I found this little box with a mirror-window on the lid.  It was one of those that you have to figure out the correct way to slide the lid to open it.  I kind of struggled with it, but for some reason I was bound and determined to see what was inside.

It was this.

A stack of pictures featuring Preston... and me.

And one was the last picture I ever took with my beloved Papa.  (Pronounced Pawpaw.  But he isn't a cat.  So spelled Papa.)

I don't know how AD had a copy of that picture.  But I do know that she was the kind of woman who had a picture of me and my Papa and her Preston wasn't in it, but she saved it.  She saved it in a really pretty box.  She saved it because she was love.

I hadn't really broken down and cried over Aunt Dollie until I found that picture.