A couple of years ago I offered to be the one in the family to organize and digitize my paternal grandparents old photos and slides. Today I finally pulled them out of the box and started sorting through. I was motivated by a Groupon I bought for scanning AND a co-worker whose parents had a house fire last month and lost most everything. But as I started sifting through and identifying people, some of whom I have never met in person but know from stories and pictures, I became grateful - again - for family history. For the roots I come from. To look at people and see similar features or to interact with them and have similar characteristics speak of a history. To share a look or an inside joke is a shared history. All of these things I had renewed gratitude for as I looked at these people who I share a lifeline with.
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