I WORE MY GRANDMA’S WEDDING DRESS – THEN I FOUND THE HIDDEN NOTE

darling,” she said.

“Grandma, it’s sixty years old,” I laughed.

“It’s timeless,” she corrected gently. “Promise me, Catherine. Alter it with your own hands. Wear it. Not for me — for you. So you’ll know I’m there.”

I promised. I didn’t really understand what she meant about truths and growing up. I thought she was just being poetic. She often was.

I grew continue reading …