Yesterday, I got to thinking. Not sure how I came to these thoughts but I realized I knew very little about my family history or even my family tree. Growing up my family had a lot of “secrets” that we weren’t allowed to know because we were children. Now I am grown woman and I still don’t know those things.

Long behold I find out last night that my grandfather had a multitude of children with other women, and they are not accounted for. Meaning my father nor any of his siblings are in touch with all of them. That’s a bit puzzling to me? What if I meet one of their children one day, my “cousin” and have no idea. How could they not think this was important to know. If only for the simple fact of knowing the proper family tree. That puzzled me but the questions didn’t stop there, I am named after my grandmother who passed away a year before I was born, yet I know nothing about her. I only know how she passed. I wouldn’t even know if I have any of her likeness in me.

So wait ! lol the confusion doesn’t stop there.   Did my grandfather have any siblings, did my grandmother? How come I never met them?

While I was going through  these questions with one of my cousins, she tells me that her mother (my aunt)  is actually from a different mother than my father is. I never knew any of this either.  Needless to say I feel like I know nothing about who I really am? I am so confused this morning. I have a lot of questions about who I am and no answers.

Do you know your family history? Do you think knowing this plays a part in understanding who you are? I can’t help but think that having these answers would help me better understand who I am. Maybe I am wrong. What do you think?