My Grandma carried a handkerchief. She had dozens upon dozens of them. You could always find the pretty flowers peaking out of her tight grip. I doubt she even realized how she held onto it like someone might take it away.
I know this because I do the same thing. A napkin, a tissue. I hold it in my hand for hours before I realize it's there.
I hold onto Grandma too. And she's always there. My true and real guardian angel. And this photo made me think of her and the things that we hold on to so tightly. My grandma- Della.
And last night I asked her to watch over my Fella as he drove to work on the ice. And I have no doubt she was there holding him tight.