Merry Christmas... It was.

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I have so much to say.
My heart is so full.
I spent my Christmas with my entire family and everyone I could mention or muster loving thoughts of I saw today.
My brother Dave had my grandfathers films transferred to dvd.
He chose film from the early 60's and film from the mid 70's.
That menat that I did get to spend Christmas with my grandparents, my parents, my brothers, Aunts and Uncles that have been gone for years. The film was alot of Christmas. Ironically we spent our Christmas watching our long lost relatives come through the front door of my grandparents house silently mouthing Merry Christmas. Here we were 30 and 40 years later saying the same thing to all of them.
My parents really, REALLY young. My brothers teenagers. Me about 12, and ten. braces in some, a few summer films. Just so so so good.
I know Dave will be reading this within the next few days and all I can say is that you made my Christmas wish come true. I spent my day with our grandparents, and our parents. Sweet sweet memories and amazing people came through our door today and I can honestly say it is now one of my best Christmas memories thanks to you. I said the other day that I would love to see my Dad for Christmas and today he was with us. Not just in spirit because I know that to be true but I saw him, healthy, smiling, happy. As if I could step into the picture and pick up right where we were. That is how close I felt today. There was one film where we were back in the house in NJ and the camera panned around the entire room. All the details I have been describing and remembering were right there in front of me. I could almost smell it. All too good.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
We spent our day with my family and my exhusband. My brother Dave, aunt, and my cousin and her family. A different combination of people than any other year but just right.
I have a few photos tonight but he good pics are on Allies camera. I will hit them tomorrow. I will attach a few pics from the house tonight.
love to all.

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