When my grandmother (baba) passed away 12 years ago, I got the wedding picture of her and my grandfather (deda). I didn't like the frame so I'm ashamed to say, I put it in the back of the closet for another time.
Well, about one month ago, I pulled it out and was going to mount it on a wooden door. I kept procrastinating, which isn't like me, and it didn't get done. The other day, a customer came into the Carriage House and bought a wooden pew end from me and right next to the pew end were two doors from an old cabinet that I kind of forgot about. I thought one would make a perfect frame for the picture. So yesterday I went to the shop and measured the door but still wasn't sure it would work. Last night I couldn't sleep and decided that I would go to the shop before it opened and take another look at the door. This time I took the picture with me and it was then that I knew it would work perfectly.
Sometime in the past, the picture was mounted to heavy cardboard so I needed to use a utility knife to resize it. It looks beautiful! The door is the perfect frame for the picture.
I called my mom to tell her that I reframed the picture. I felt so desperate the past two days to get it done. Kind of an uneasy feeling. That was when she told me that today is the 25th anniversary of my grandfather's (deda's) passing. To me it is a Christmas Eve blessing from him to be remembered.
Beautiful. Merry Christmas.
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Kris