After losing my beloved maternal grandparents, I weathered storm of grief, during which, I was partially torn up, my roots exposed.
Propagation of the family tree, forced me to examine runners of DNA stretching away into history. Fed on fresh records and nurtured with keenly researched detail, it steadily grew to a manageable size. Small enough that I didn't lose perspective, yet still large enough to accommodate me in the sturdier branches of its canopy.
John Hodges and his wife, Sarah. Paternal 2 x great grandparents.
I've taken the project just about as far as I want to now, which makes me think I must be comfortable with who/where I am. I have learnt that the fact I have a much stronger association with my maternal line, has little to do with my dislocation from a paternal influence, at an early age. For me, there are indisputable similarities that are set in the actions and reactions of those, long gone, maintaining a shared instinctive connection through time, a kind of maternal magnetism.
Eliza Jane and her husband, Wellington. Maternal 2 x great grandparents.
I know I've touched on this briefly before, with one or two people, but sometimes it's as though a hand reaches from nowhere, and guides you to where you should be. It's a feeling so difficult to articulate. It's a chain of consciousness that links us, and makes us what we are.