Life takes it's toll. I found I wish I could lose. Every family tree has some sap in it. The place for storing your priceless genealogy records. Friends come and go, but relatives tend to accumulate.
Genealogists never die, they just lose their roots.
A hay stack 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.