Biography of a Transient Spirit

My name was given to me by my father.  I often wondered how a mother could allow a father to name his daughter after someone who held nothing to live up to?  I cherished my middle name which was given in honor of my maternal grandmother who I always felt was near and acted as my guardian angel. My family name is still a mystery due to the thoughtless miscreants of Ellis Island who renamed my forefathers when they came for the "American Dream".  Actually all of my ancestry is shrouded in mystery as the "old" folks refuse to speak of the past.  I come from a fractured family, our relationships are strained and most memories are of living in an undeclared war zone.  I was sure as a child that I was adopted.  I still wonder.
I hated school.  I hated sitting at a desk doing mundane, boring, busy work.  My education was received from the volumes of books that I lost myself in.  My free time was spent outdoors, barefoot.  I loved art.
My teenage and young adult years were spent in the fog of rebellion and self destruction.  My saving grace was the birth of my first child....a son.  He changed my stars.  I met my soulmate and we have traveled the world and created a life of adventure.....actually we live a really good sitcom.  The jewels in our crowns are our children and grandchildren.  I would not go back to relive or change any part of my life because I believe our experiences help create who we are.   I am not anyone of great merit but I am content with who I am.  I just try to do my best.