When a bough breaks . . .

Well, it's official; we're no longer the descendents of the Hugs of Freiburg and Heiligenzell, Baden Wuerttemburg. Yesterday I got Great-Great-Grandfather William Hug's death record from New York City Vital Records, and his father was not Benedict Hug of Heiligenzell -- his father's name was Adolph, and we figured out the other day that they were from Hanover, not Baden. Google Maps I knew I felt frustrated about all the time I spent on that branch (my most developed one!) -- hours online, hours in the Family History Center in Santa Cruz, hours writing posts about them, and so on. All that time down the drain. But what I didn't realize is how sad I would feel, saying goodbye to those people, because I had come to care so much about them and their lives. I know, I know, it sounds lame and maybe weird -- how could I get attached to people who lived hundreds of years ago? It's not like they lived in the house with us when we were growing up, like Grandma Soph...