My grandpas would’ve both turned 100 this year. One grandma would have been 99 and the other 97. They left me a very strong legacy. They left me a legacy of faith, of a love of education, gardening, knitting, service in the Relief Society, and especially a love of family. The stories of their trials and successes inspire me.
I was looking at my family tree a few weeks ago and it seemed incredible that it now goes in both directions from me. I’m no longer an end point. Which made me wonder at the idea that my roots are the branches on my family tree. But it also made it that much more important to me that I take the strong legacy I’ve been given and hand it down just as bright as I received it.
My daughter, the other direction on my family tree, will not know my grandparents in this life. But she can know their legacy.