"True love blooms when we care more about another person than we care about ourselves." - Jeffrey R. Holland

When I do family history I love looking at pictures and stories. I don't know much about my dad's side of the family. I didn't grow up hearing family stories about ancestors. Everything I know about them I've learned as an adult. As I was researching my Great Grandmother I saw some pictures of her with her older sister. There was something about her that intrigued me. I don't know what it was, but the way she had her arm around her mother showed me that she was close to her. She was beautiful, looked so full of life. 

I clicked on her name and started looking at her memories. There was a picture that came up of Lydia and a man Erastus, who later became her husband. On the picture was written the words 

"Love Birds". It reminded me of my Grandparents on my mom's side who were always so in love and never ashamed to show it. 

As I began looking into both Lydia and Erastus' pictures, I came across some letters that Erastus had written her. I loved learning about them, but still didn't know much. I couldn't get them out of my mind. So the next time I was doing some family history I went right back to Lydia and Erastus. I found out that they had one daughter named Miriam. 

From everything that I could tell she was a happy, beautiful person who loved life. She loved everyone from family to friends. 

As I looked into all their information, census records birth and death records I discovered that Lydia had her daughter Miriam when she was 21 years old, but no other children. As I have done family history I usually see pictures of ancestors at different times in their lives and especially when they are older since with time more people had cameras. I went back and had missed something so simple. Lydia died 11 years after she had her daughter. She died at only 32 years old. 

It made me so sad. I never met her, but I was devastated for this little family. For Erastus, who was so in love with Lydia. I felt bad for Miriam who was only 11 and lost her mother.  I found her death certificate and realized that she died of Sepsis due to a surgery. The surgery she had was recorded as an abortion. That term abortion could mean by choice or miscarriage. I have had to have a D&C after I lost a baby and it is considered an abortion. So I'm not sure if it was by choice or medically necessary, I can't judge. I am still saddened that she lost her life to such an event. 

I also started to look into Miriam's life. Miriam is my Grandpa Dennis' cousin. I wanted to know how her life was after the loss of her mother. My heart leaped with joy when I found that she found love and married him. She was beautiful and looked so happy. 

Her husband even wrote music for her. They lived a long beautiful life together. 

It is such a beautiful thing when you can go through hardships, lose someone you love and still be happy. Have you had an ancestor that you became so intrigued by?  

"Be believing, be happy, don't get discouraged. Things will work out." -Gordon B. Hinkley