As is clawed in stone, so are these written on paper. A life described, memories given. Time is often lost or forgotten.
To the one reading this; sigh, weep, smile.
If there are lessons to be taken, find them between the words.
Many of the memories first given back are of the painful nature. Through deep valleys and across dark chasms a soul has to traverse to gain life. Nevertheless this life was lived, remembered and thus written.
A chronological order was maintained whenever possible, but when living for centuries one can sometimes misplace a moment.