My mom left my family when she was pregnant with me. She was the only natural born of my grandparents, her brother was adopted. Well my mom had three girls and adopted a boy. Of the three girls I am the only one that had children.
This morning my moms adopted brother's wife, that I have met once a few years ago when I hunted him down, called. (He and my mom don't talk) I guess the family is all aging and they need a librarian to keep the family name going. They have photos and books, family trees and such and want to know if I will keep it. Nobody had kids that is of the actual bloodline except me. How strange?
I actually was a bit of a hidden secret my whole life being half black and all...(times were different then) and well today I am asked to keep the family history. I thought it was pretty cool.
It is strange to me seeing I have met only my moms brother and his wife once and cannot remember my grandparents but maybe 3 seconds of memories of my grandmas bedside when she was dying. I know nobody else. I am guessing that it all has to go to someone when people pass and well I think I am honored. I can't tell if I will feel a bit more into it when it all gets here. right now it is a tad bit separate from me seeing I don't KNOW any of these people. Like a glorified storage shed.
Who knows.....(sigh)