In my cleaning and digging into my old papers -- stuff from the basement -- I came across some old Christmas cards today in a box.
I was looking through them and noticed that several of them were from people who are no longer alive. I think of these cards differently than I did when they were alive. I wonder why.
It's like there's something of them left ... in just their signature. I'm not going to keep them, since I'm thinning things out. But since I'm digitizing this stuff, at least with a camera aimed at it, I'll have it on my hard drive until it quits working.
A little too sentimental, I know.