I started researching genealogy in the Summer of 2000. I knew that once I started, it would become my obsession to find out every detail about family members that I had never met and those that still grace life. It was not a date of birth or death, or a stone with their name that I was looking for, (as I am sure most researchersdon't view it that way). It was about who they were, how they lived and who they loved.
Not only did I find that my family was very respected by their towns people throughout their lives, but their lives were blessed during times that no one today could imagine living in. I did not know the power of their living until I read and heard their stories. One story was written in a letter to my 2nd great-grandfather William from his brother John in which he describes in detail the days before and the time of his wife’s passing. The ache in his soul is evident in that letter and it is heart wrenching to read.
I found myself understanding how generations before me lived, loved and lost. Not all have grand stories, some have heart-wrenching losses, but through all of their lives, they prospered. They never lost faith. They lived well and loved much.
My research has became a deep spiritual journey and gateway to those that have passed. Without having been present in my life they have made their mark on me and it will last throughout my lifetime. I can only keep their memory alive through their stories and their photos.
Every life has a purpose. Every breath is a gift we should cherish. Every person has a story that should be shared. No matter if a pauper or a president, in some small way, our lives have meaning and will be remembered. |
