In 1848, my 3rd great-grandfather, John, died in Ireland during the Great Hunger – a catastrophic situation where 1 million people starved to death when they were denied food assistance during the potato blight. After John’s death, his mother, Sara, sailed to America in 1849 to escape starvation, but died on the ship.
Thankfully, his dad, his wife, and children would make it to the safety of America, and for generations, my family lived fairly good lives – free from hunger.
But when they say that people are only one illness away from catastrophe, believe it. As a child, when my mom (a single…
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