I know little sweet older ladies are usually the family historians in their family, but I find it fascinating. But that is not surprising since I was a history major in college.
So off I went into the genealogy world in the internet. I found photos of headstones and articles about my ancestors...it was a fruitful night. I have been in a roadblock for about a year and half...I think I'm starting to chip it away.
Somehow through my grief I have been enjoying family history. I feel the connection so strong between those who have come before me. I don't want their lives to be forgotten. This is especially important since Declan died. I don't want people to forget him. Just like those who came before us, who are the reason for our existence, don't want to be forgotten.
So that's my goal in the next twenty, thirty, however long I have here on earth...to take care to pass along the stories so that no one is forgotten if I can help it.
Someday I hope I can travel to where my family originated and tend to their graves. I want to make sure they are looked after and put something special there. It's important to me.
Last night was my first real breakthrough since I started my family history...let's see where it takes me.
