Generations, like the tides of the sea, they come and then they go, washed away over time. Family photographs, put in boxes and stored away. Smiling people who bear a resemblance, but who, really, were they? And who are we when compared to them?
From here forth our family will travel the world, and these journeys will bind us together here on earth and in the sky. From here onward we go here, there, and everywhere, and as we travel we will write who we are and what we have seen. Our children, our children’s children, our children’s children’s children’s children’s children – they will know us well, very well indeed, all by way of the notes and mementoes contained herein. May it fill to overflow, and when a generation passes on, may it yet remain, and never merely fade away over time.