Closing the book

This is the small diary that I started for our oldest son when he was two years old. I've kept it by my bedside since 1993. Each page represents one day in the year, and has five sections where you fill in the year and make a brief note. It was my Grandfather's diary, given to him by my mother, her sister and their mother on his birthday in May of 1945. He took it with him to California, where he served on a Naval Base during WWII. He made less than a dozen entries during that year, and it sat empty until I started making notes in it for our oldest. Most of the pages have been filled in. Some have gaps of years, but it's fun to look back and see almost 50 years pass between Grampy's last entry and my first. I never thought I'd fill up these pages so quickly. I never imagined 16 years would feel quick. I'm happy to hand over the book and let him peek into his childhood from his younger mother's perspective.

This chapter's over. Now he'll start a new one.