I have recently researched my family tree and although a heart-warming experience it is also an emotional roller coaster. Some days I was moved, so happy to find another link in the chain. Other days sitting in my local library I had tears rolling down my cheeks with the utter sadness and abandonment. The story my relatives left behind was this.
I was sat in a public library looking at the computer screen I had rented for an hour and the database was showing me a Boarding document of an 11 year old boy setting sail to Canada from Liverpool in the early 1900s with another 50 or so children as part of the Barnardos Home system.
So what happened to this boy? I will never know as the information is sealed. If the children had descendants the files are for their eyes only, so I at least have the comfort that there must in all calculations be a family of his own somewhere.
I think of him often and I wish that one day I will know the ending to the story. As I think of all the possible scenarios, from the distress and the hope of better days, I pray that he had good memories, had family and found love in perpetuity