I Find Dead People

I find dead people.  I try to find dead people.  It is my hope that I'll find someone who is alive that will tell me more about that dead person.  In my own equation of life, I question my sanity.  Looking for something/someone who's life is buried.  Always asking the question "who were you?"  

Tempting as it is to stop, it's hard.  Could it be my addicted personality?  Perhaps, but finding them helps explain who I am.  My own existence is based on past ancestors, not just from my mother and father.  I don't have fortune or fame, nor looking for it from an ancestor past, but I am looking for that nugget.  Just a glimpse of gold, a name, as a miner in the 49'er.  

To find your name, give it relevance in connection to me, to give it life, part of my life.