I know. I still remember that so vividly. I thought: if I ever get married, I hope it’s to someone who feels that way about me. So lovely.

I have such a drive to tell the stories of my ancestors. Especially those who did not have children. My great-grandaunt in this story, and another grandaunt on my father’s side will likely never be remembered when I’m gone. I’m the only one who still tells their stories and I have no one to pass them on to.

I hate to think that that will happen to me someday, too, since I will likely not have children. But also…that’s just the natural course of life. We are all forgotten one day and that’s okay.