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After having an amazing conversation with my equally amazing friend M on her genetic results it got me to thinking about my family tree.
I have always considered myself lucky because I know a good amount of my family history and yet as I reflect on it there is a lot I do not know. My siblings and I were always closer to my mother’s side of the family and there is a lot I don’t know about my father’s side.
My mother is the oldest of three and her mother is the oldest of ten. My father is the second of six and his father is the oldest of three (I think) not counting half sibling he met already in this sixities. My maternal grandfather is one of the youngest of his family but I don’t know the exact number of his siblings and yet I know he was colorblind and that as the only female of my siblings (I am the third of four) I carry the gene. I don’t know how many siblings my paternal grandmother has and yet I know her father was a tall man for his generation being more than 6′ tall. I know that my maternal great grandmother had two sets of twin sisters but I don’t know the exact number of siblings. I don’t know any of my maternal great grandfather’s siblings other than my Titi Rafa who was only 5 years older than my grandmother. I also know that my maternal great, great grandmother was half Taina half Spanish and that she lived to be 105 years old. I wrote down somewhere the names of my maternal great, great grandparents but I don’t know where I put the paper. For the sake of my son I feel the need to find out more about my family so that he knows his history. I normally would ask my mother for the details but with her early onset dementia that option is long gone. I guess I will have to do my research and perhaps I will get a genetic test done for my son so that we have a good idea of both my husband and I’s origins. Wish my luck on this endeavor!