The Legacy of Memories
The scrapbook my father and I started has become a sort of family archive. Full of photos, letters, tickets, and little mementos from our adventures, every entry tells a story of the kind of life we want to live—full of curiosity, kindness, and connection.
Added entries for other family members. The first note shared was a commentary about the first time they retraced a hiking path mentioned in an older journal. My aunt, living on the opposite side of the country, mailed in a postcard from a location she knew my grandfather had visited in the past. I feel that we’re all slowly becoming part of this journey due to the comfort these linking moments offer, crossing time and distances. This gathering collection has become, in fact, our treasure that our grandfather left behind. It becomes something tangible to pass down, not only as an heirloom but as a reminder that life itself is an adventure waiting to be embraced.
