1 year + 52 Ancestors = 88,222 words written. But I still haven't answered that final question. What DO I want future generations to know about me?
They didn't have much in common with my ancestors, but the Wardners knew how it felt to be alone during life's darkest hours. And on a bleak winter day in 1885, the wealthy man helped the poor man. Both were richer for it.
The experts don't tell you what to expect when your sister loses her soul mate. I only knew that we were there for each other, from cradle to grave. We were actually a lot like Gertrude and Auntie, weren't we?