My paternal grand mother died on February 29th, 1984.  I remember that day as if it was yesterday. I was 17 and had been very close to her.  We lived on the outskirts of Paris at the time, in a beautiful home built in 1900. My siblings and I were playing dress up and having a really fun time. When I heard mom come home, I came running down the stairs, laughing boisterously.  I stopped … [Read more...]