Bold as ink

 On my shelf encased in plastic is a newspaper faded and old with a headline that reads "Man walks on the moon."  The ink is black against the aging frail tan paper. It was something I received from my grandmother at her passing. A moment of history that was essential to preserve. Something from life that must be kept. Now I am a grown man years beyond her and I look to my Mother. An aged woman of history, grown old and a little frail in years past. Her hair faded of the colors it once knew. The creases of her smile and the way her eyes squint when she laughs. Her mind holds a history bold as ink, smudged from time to time. This gift my grandmother gave me gave me life, and reminds me each day to try and live it. I wish these pages of history could be preserved forever, and this love and kindness set to display. 
For when the grave comes to take her in time, may her history live on in me. May the impact she's made change the world