If my wife is my grandmother, Then I am her grandchild. And every time I think of it, It simply drives me wild. For now I have become The strangest case you ever saw. Every family tree has some sap in it. Friends come and go, but relatives tend to accumulate.
Genealogists never die, they just lose their roots.
A haystack full of needles. It's the threads I need. Where you confuse the dead and irritate the living. I think my family tree is a few branches short of full bloom. Life is lived forwards, but understood backwards.