Count Every Star.

The imperfections on the walls of my grandfather’s home mark 47 years of memories, from raising seven children, to refinishing found antiques, to keeping his wife’s memory alive. Although he passed over a year ago, I find hints of him in every room I enter: a light in the bedroom, his favorite chair, my grandmother’s vintage bottles still sitting in the window. Wherever he was, he is.

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