Looking at a photo of Dad with Chloe, his youngest great-granddaughter, I have to wonder how long he will remember this beautiful little girl — who she is and how he came to be holding her, laughing, in his way-too-comfortable chair. I want to see the ancestors lined up behind them — the farmers, the builders, the upstairs maid, the sea captain who was captured by pirates. They don’t remember either, but that’s ok. That’s our job now.
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