Memories Don't Die If We Remember Them.

Ten years ago today, I wrote this paragraph about my grandfather's law school graduation photo, which has been on the wall of every law office I have occupied for the last fifty years. I still look at it every day, and give thanks I knew him, and give thanks for another day to live and do my best. 

"Marty Martin Georges (1889 - 1979). As I was leaving the office for court this morning, my eyes came upon a photograph that has hung on my wall for over 30 years. In a few months, I will celebrate the 100th anniversary of my grandfather's graduation from Law School. He was a great man, who never realized his dream of practicing law, losing his hearing in service, as an Artillery Officer, in World War I. He spent his career in the Post Office Department Investigations Division. This photograph, which I reproduce below, is my proudest possession. He is the handsome gentleman seated, legs crossed in the center, wearing his trademark bow tie. He graduated in June, 1913, and went to fight soon thereafter. I often look at this photograph, and remember that, in his later years, he was proudest of the fact that I followed in his footsteps and practiced law. We were the first grandfather grandson members of Phi Alpha Delta Law Fraternity. I also think of the other men in this picture, all long dead. What were their dreams, their aspirations? Are we living life, or treading water? This picture reminds me that every day is a gift. How are you living it today?"