My family tree is ever evolving because there are many roots but also the trees around us which become so entwined with ours that these strangers by birth become family by choice. Our children have collected aunties and uncles and cousins from our travels around the world, and we are grateful for this extended family.
But my connection to my relatives is undeniable when I look in the mirror. I have my mother’s eyes. My father’s nose and curly hair. I have my maternal grandfather’s wide hands. My paternal mother’s narrow feet. And the older I get, the more I catch glimpses of all these people in the way I walk and talk and move through the world.
Where do your see echos of your relatives?