Since Mum was diagnosed, I have felt an urge to get familiar with my heritage. My Mum's Family's heritage is a little hard to follow. Also, a Cousin in England is working on a Family Tree for her side of the family, so I have started with my Dads side.
Researching my Family History has been so addictive. So addictive.
It's really annoying when you get to an obstacle, you're sure you will never be able to get passed it. Never.
And then you do. It is such a rush.
I feel like by finding out about my ancestors, I am honouring them and that makes me really happy. Some of the stories are really sad, and have effected me more than I thought they would have. I feel like, although I can never truly know them, I can learn a little bit about them. I respect them greatly. I hope to do their memory proud and to take a little piece of them with me, on my journey through this life.
So far, I have found the Great-great Grandparents of my Paternal Grandfather.
I have also found the Great-great-great-great Grandmother (who was born in 1722), of my Paternal Grandmother.
It is so cool to have amazing people and resources, so that I can access information on my Ancestors. I feel very lucky.
Who knows, in hundreds of years to come, what my Decendants might find out about me?
My Great-Grandfather & Me, Christmas Day 1990
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