A few years ago I received a photocopy of my great grandmother’s handwritten memoirs. She is the only great grandmother that I interacted with as a child, so I found them interesting.
It has been years since I read it but I remember a few details. She was born in 1902 and had several children. The forth, a son, died at ~2 years old. She described her grief in detail over this.
A year or two later they had another son, and she also described her delight at this after the death of their previous son. This was their last child and he was a good bit younger than the other children. It was not hard to discern that he was a “replacement child.” That son is my grandfather.
Every once in a while I will think of that child that died. It is most likely that if he had not died, my grandfather, my father, and I would not be here. That one death cause a ripple of births, marriages, births, marriages, etc that changed the lives of dozens of people.
When these events happen (deaths, or even happy things) we understandably focus on the immediate effects. It is not often that we stop and think about how they change the fabric of history for generations.
Do you have a story like that in your family? Has one event (small or big) changed generations and you?