Your mother is always with you... She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She's the place you came from, your first home...She's the map you follow with every step that you take and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, Not space...Not even death will ever separate you from your mother... love going out to my Mom who I now understand so much better..
Thanks of course to my genealogy efforts and the genetic genealogy which has lately been consuming my time, I do now know so much more about Mom's childhood and her own mother.
I know more most probably than she ever did about Swansons, Faunts and Dugans those folks whose lives made us all what we are.
