How often do you realize that certain behaviors of your mother or grandmother, which you made fun of when you were young(er), become your own? Suddenly they make a lot of sense, seem to be so clever, useful, or maybe simply bring peace to your daily hectic life. “Their time” does not seem to be so distant and backwards anymore… I often think of my grandmother, praising her stoic calmness, love she had for everyone, generosity, kindness, compassion, and faith in God. I recall the abundance of knowledge she had of herbs, wild berries, mushroom, gardening, baking, cooking, sewing, and realize how much of it is lost. What’s left are…