Bloganuary – How far back in your family tree can you go?

Well.

Today’s bloganuary post will be very short because I can’t trace my family tree back that far. I envy people who can. It must be amazing.

Photo by Joey Kyber

For one, half of my tree is missing. I don’t know who my birth father is or who his family are, or where my African-American roots are based. I could be a sister to A LOT of siblings over in the US right now and I just don’t know it. My family tree could be HUGE. I just don’t know.

The half I do know about is that my Mom is Filipino so half of me is, too.

As I’ve said earlier, I didn’t know my Grandparents on my Mom’s side. I don’t know who my Auntys and Uncles in the Philippines are. I do have an Aunty that Mom flew over to Australia about 20 years ago. My Aunty Eva. She had 2 beautiful daughters and I know my cousin Demi because we message infrequently on Facebook. Demi is drop-dead gorgeous and does her makeup perfectly. She’s so beautiful. Demi dances professionally (hip hop) and is amazing. She’s super talented. I’m really proud of her.

Dad – who raised me since I was 3 and I’ve always called him “Dad” and never thought of him as a Stepfather until my half-brother was born and the family dynamics changed – had 2 brothers – one older (Uncle Trevor) and one younger (Uncle Andrew). I met his Mom. She was very thin, very frail, spoke quietly and smelled of wet dog and roses. She wore delicate cardigans and looked like the older, female version of my Dad. My Grandmother had dementia so that was heartbreaking for my Dad. I was 13 at the time and too self-obsessed to understand the effects of dementia and how it tears up families. I wish I could go back and support my Dad more. I wish I’d gently held my Grandmother’s hand and read her stories or put old records on for her. I wish. I wish…

So that’s my family tree. The historical one.

My ACTUAL FAMILY is Alun – my husband – and my friends, who are there for me come what may and are the lights of my life. THAT tree is a Christmas one – glittering, smells of lemon (not pine, go with me on this one), and each bauble is personalised with a friend’s name in golden calligraphy. I love my friends and they are the tree I stand under when it rains. I’m so grateful for the people in my life who truly love me. No strings attached. No expectation or demands…just love.

Photo by Element5 Digital

6 responses to “Bloganuary – How far back in your family tree can you go?”

  1. not far thank goodness. not interested in that shit. cos that too has become a scam a sham another way for you to get fucked over in every sense of that concept.

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    1. You’re right, we have to be so careful now what information we give out online. So many passwords are maiden names/names of parents/kids.

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  2. See, you do have a family tree. It is just not complete and you have the option to look as deep as you want, when or if the time is right. At the end, I love the picture you leave us with as the tree being your friends and what that means to you. Thank you 🙂

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    1. Thank you for reading and commenting, Tommy. I don’t even know my birth father’s name so searching for him is impossible. My Mom point blank refuses to tell me anything about him so one half of my tree will always be missing xx

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  3. Love without strings, hearts tethered, by a bond!

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    1. What a beautiful way to put it! Thank you, Warren!

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