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I'm a credentialed historian (look at my student loan debt for verification), because I have a compulsion to know historical context. I have mentioned elsewhere, that as a genealogist, I discovered more than 2000 extended relatives after knowing only a handful when I started 19-20 years ago. Aside from religious ideas, which I do not discount, some have said that a person lives only in the memory of those that remembered him/her.
I do have an adopted daughter and her family, who I love as much as any biological daughter. But, my biological line, ends with me. After the beginning of time for humans, my line ends when I die.
Do I matter?
The sheer numbers of humanity in history, says that I matter as much as any other expired human. No one in my family knew our great grandfather, because he died before his son was born. No one remembered him, and it felt that I resurrected him from oblivion when I connected with other long lost relatives via Ancestry.com. So in some small way, his memory lives again.
I will try to write about my family, if fate allows me to do so. Sometimes I am weary and wonder if the meaning of my life, isn't much? Still, I read history and try for that MA. It would be easy to get caught up in daily life, and die unexpectedly, and slip into the void.
I love the Rams and have always been a fan, but it's not enough. Forgive this indulgent post, please....Just thinking out loud...
I do have an adopted daughter and her family, who I love as much as any biological daughter. But, my biological line, ends with me. After the beginning of time for humans, my line ends when I die.
Do I matter?
The sheer numbers of humanity in history, says that I matter as much as any other expired human. No one in my family knew our great grandfather, because he died before his son was born. No one remembered him, and it felt that I resurrected him from oblivion when I connected with other long lost relatives via Ancestry.com. So in some small way, his memory lives again.
I will try to write about my family, if fate allows me to do so. Sometimes I am weary and wonder if the meaning of my life, isn't much? Still, I read history and try for that MA. It would be easy to get caught up in daily life, and die unexpectedly, and slip into the void.
I love the Rams and have always been a fan, but it's not enough. Forgive this indulgent post, please....Just thinking out loud...