I found myself thinking of my great great grandmother on my walk home today.

I don’t know anything about her other than she was Cherokee, born in Georgia and “moved” to Oklahoma. So it’s a foregone conclusion reasonable assumption that she was on Nu na da ul tsun yi (lit. The place where they cried): the Trail of Tears.

That she was able to survive that when thousands of other people didn’t…

I feel so honored to be a part of her bloodline.

It’s why I will always claim my Cherokee heritage.
Because they tried to kill us and we didn’t die.
(And, of course, the same can be said for the transatlantic portion of my ancestors as well.)

My DNA is badass.