Thank you for sharing this beautiful story. The pic of you grandparents with you son is priceless. My grandmother was 60 when I was born and she raised me with my mother. To me, she was the greatest gift from God Almighty except life itself and His Messengers and Revelations. She fed and nutured and taught me. She taught me to sew and tried to teach me how to knit. I inherited all her sewing and knitting tools. Before she died, she gave me a sewing cabinet and the radio table that the sewing machine I learned on rested on. A Depression baby, she saved tiny scraps of binding, elastic, and hem tape. Everytime I manage to use some of it, I feel proud that her effort wasn't wasted. I gave some of her knitting needles (many duplicates) and odd notions to my brother to make into a sculpture with Grandpa's tools. But I use a little bone bodkin everytime I sew to sweep up the bobbin thread. That little thing is a treasure. So I really understand why your mom gave you that box of tissue first. Made God bless all our grandparents for the immeasurable gifts they gave us and may we be blessed for carrying on their traditions and making good use of everything they gave us, from character to quilt blocks.