tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963973022593930704.post5193315217129611160..comments2024-03-15T18:27:32.697-07:00Comments on 86,400 Seconds: Monday MusingsTarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052375488090209961noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963973022593930704.post-39826776902850536862016-06-06T11:02:02.738-07:002016-06-06T11:02:02.738-07:00I was having a conversation recently about remembe...I was having a conversation recently about remembering family who had already passed on. I never met my paternal grandmother Rose (who I am named after). She died in 1950, and I was born in 1952. It struck me how amazing it is that I think of her and love her, and yet here it is 66 years after she's been gone. When grandchildren grow up hearing the stories, seeing photographs, being reminded of the lives that came before them they carry it all with them. Long after we are gone the grandchildren will tell their stories to the next generations who we will never know, but who will know of us. <br /><br />Love these photos of your mother, tara.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com