today i had this strange urge to look through the book of psalms....as someone who was not raised reading the bible, i figured it might have something to do with my ancestors...
i started to pick up the bible i bought for myself a few years ago, but decided to look at the one on my ancestor altar instead. it was my great uncle's--a catholic bible, so it has a few more books than most standard protestant versions.
i went to psalms, and started to flip through, thinking i'd stop on a page with a message. it's happened before.
instead, i found a wallet sized portrait of my grandfather i'd forgotten i put there.
when i turned it over, there was a note:
from: pop pop
apparently the photo was taken the year i was born.
*cue teary eyes*
i love you, too.