Lines of Inheritance

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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