That's kind of incredible, to me.
My partner can name, with certainty, her 18th century ancestors; I've visited the graves of several of them.
But when I think of my own ancestors, I'm sad that I can't extend my own ancestors the same recognition.
Genocide destroys names, memories, stories.
And I just have to live with the fact that because some very powerful men decided that any non-Turks had to be destroyed, 100 years ago, that that action destroyed records and buildings, too, and there's some things I'm never going to get to know
And, I think it comes down to this:
I must be my ancestors' living legacy.