I see faceless names as I scroll through my genealogy. Names that have little meaning other than being the parent of another name I do not know. Generation after generation of names and dates. People who lived, breathed, suffered, and triumphed.
Who are they?
What were they passionate about?
How did they survive? Thrive?
As I look at the bits and pieces that survived great floods, fires, and the ravages of time, I can't help but wonder about the places they lived, the history that happened around them, the things that made them laugh. What did they teach their children that I continue and teach my children?
Each little treasure I find and photograph builds my story, shapes my life. Each memory I preserve will not only build my children, but their children and grandchildren. I hope they will learn from my mistakes, perhaps love the things I love.
As I look through the pages of lives, I gain a greater understanding of who my ancestors were. I feel a bond, a connection that I had not anticipated. I want to learn more. I want to wrap my arms around them and thank them for their lives.
No matter how we choose to record our lives and the lives of those around us it will be of great value.
One paragraph can become a life long treasure.
One testimony recorded could bless the lives of people in ways you could ever imagine.
What would you say if you only could leave one message?