Will You Allow It To Be Buried With You?
OR… Would you like to leave a legacy for your grandchildren?
Have you ever felt it—that unshakable pull toward the past? A whisper in your bones, a question lingering at the edge of your thoughts: Who were they?
The ones who came before you, whose choices shaped the very course of your existence. What did they dream of? What did they leave behind? And what part of them still lingers, unseen but ever present, in you?
It was never enough for me to see names on a page, to trace lines on a family tree and call it history. No, I needed more.
I needed to stand where they stood, to breathe the same air, to let my footsteps echo through the streets they once walked. Because it’s one thing to know your ancestors—it’s another to feel them.
Let the Magic of the Stories be Told
As a young girl, I ached to know where I came from. My name hinted at Polish roots. But beyond that? Silence. My father had no interest in the past, and my mother’s story was lost in shadows from a young girl. There were no digital breadcrumbs to follow, no sleek databases at my fingertips. Only questions waiting to be answered.
And so, I went to find it and as always added a side trip.