I so agree, Celtic .... the past is the past. My parents made mistakes, but all I care to remember, now, is the legacy they left me.

However.....

To smell my grandmother's cinnamon rolls baking, one more time.... hmmmmmmm
To walk among the gladiolus my grandfather raised.....ahhhhh
To see my grandpa polishing his coins ..... My grannie and her really bad (I am talking realllllllly bad) cooking at Easter......

The great memories, I would love to feel them, one more time.
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