This picture of my Mom was taken in late 2002; she is rereading one of my Dad's wartime letters. I love her gentle smile. Until the end of her life, looking at old pictures and letters seemed to awaken her old self. Three weeks before Mom died, we looked at her web site on our television set and she read aloud every caption, seemed to be aware of who everyone was.
Now that my mom and dad are dead, I realize the importance of not letting family memories die with them. I have written family blogs to help family members remember. Recently I have realized I can just make up stories. If I succeed, I can look forward to great grandchildren, and great great grandchildren telling them long after my death.S