When what is hurts

I feel compelled to make such a comment, publicly, because it bothers me.

Why does our existence entitle us comfort?

I am going to say this in reference to Genealogy, but it finds application everywhere. It is better to have what is true and right than what you have worked forever on and believe is right.

I sense that others get upset when a long ancestral line is proven false. It is sort of genealogical etiquette to not harm their line, while correcting yours.

But, if a child clearly does not belong in a family (which I have learned with my own, as well) and generations upon generations of names and such are not actually your ancestors, it hurts, but is an opportunity to do over, and get it right. It is true, my findings have proved many long held beliefs false, and for that I am sorry, but this comes to mind, "It is better to go through (pain) that we may know the joy..."

I am referring to multiple families and spouses for one person, that no one dares correct, but sometimes only one is obviously correct, and it is a good thing, that ought to consume our time and research to figure out which one it is, instead of speculating how far back one can go. There. Now, summer can come. I have said my piece and am at peace. wait, two more thoughts beseech me.

Nevermind, peace will have to wait, it seems...