My Granny was born in 1918 and unfortunately passed just months shy of her 100th birthday, she was 92 when she typed this message into a comment box, probably crossing her fingers and more likely saying a prayer that it would be received by it's intended recipient, this blog. The life altering moments she experienced in her time on Earth were abundant. All that was tangibly left behind are the black and white photos of her life, vinyl records of her playing violin, and tapes filled with her stories. Those, and this comment above, a time stamp of one of the many inventions she had to conquer. My Granny's love language was leaving notes, and this among many others will forever be cherished.