Following the Path of my Ancestors

I have recently been out of town for a week, travelling and visiting friends as well as family. I also got the privilege of touring two state parks along the way, and to visit the Cahokia Mounds in IL as well as the Wickliffe Mounds in KY. It was very interesting, and a bit spiritual for me, as I have American Indian Ancestry  through  several lines of my family.
As a child, I would often visit Shiloh, TN with my family. I remember being so connected to those mounds there; without even knowing my ancestry, really. Now, that I do know my ancestry, the memories are even more poignant. Walking the old ” Indian Trail” with my Dad used to mean so much to me. I wasn’t really aware of anything “spiritual” except for the complete and utter quietness of the walk; disturbed only by the occasional chatter of the squirrels, and the chirping of gossiping birds.
Were my Ancestors calling me to follow their path?  Is that  even a possiblity, you may ask?  As an adult, I am very aware that there is much to this world that we will never know. I do believe that my ancestors are an integral part of my being. That because of them, I am who I am. Their blood courses through my being, and I do owe them my respect. I may, or may not, agree with their choices; as their descendant, I choose to believe that they did the best that they knew how to. Under any and all extreme circumstances that I have no possible knowledge of.
So, in retrospect, I suppose that I believe my Ancestors have called me to follow them. At least, in the sense that I am the “storyteller” of my generation. To remember them, to acknowledge their existence and to pass along their stories. As much as I can, anyway. Who else will tell their stories? Who else will remember them? To acknowledge them:  to know, that yes, they lived. They had lives, loves, and stories of their own. Someone has to carry thier memories. Someone has to tell their stories. So that all will know that they were here, walking these lands, before us. One day, perhaps, someone else will attempt to tell my story. I hope that the journey  I take  is worth the telling.