Your tombstone stands among the rest, neglected and alone. The name and date are chiseled out on polished, marbled stone. It reaches out to all who care it is too late to mourn. You did not know that I exist, you died and I was born. Yet each of us are cells of you in flesh, in blood, in bone; our blood contracts and beats a pulse entirely not our own. Dear Ancestor, the place you filled one hundred years ago, spreads out among the ones you left who would have loved you so. I wonder if you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew, that someday I would find this spot and come to visit you. UNKNOWN
This is what has drawn me into genealogy. I feel it is in my blood. In this world of great unknowns my family history and medical history is part of what I want to leave to my children and grandchildren. It is what has made me want to help others find their ancestors and make the connection. The feeling of standing at your great, great grandparent's grave knowing what they must have gone through with so much less than we have today. It is overwhelming thinking how they traveled, how they lived and dealt with sickness and disease. They had their faith, family and friends and a much simpler life to give their children.