your stories

Cleaning up my laptop today and came across a series of Instagram posts that I put up before. This one below has to be one of my favourites and it still warms my heart.

We took a walk in the neighbourhood that you grew up in again, through the back alley that you walked so many times, past the tree that you climbed and the house where your late grandma used to stay. I enjoyed the repetitive stories even though I have heard of them so many times before. Just because you said it with so much excitement, just because they were your memories. How lucky I am to know this part of your history and how lucky we were to catch a small slice of blue sky amidst the grey, winter clouds.