A day or so later, Mr. Faraway pings me again on Facebook.
Check your email, he says. I do, but don’t see anything. After a little back and forth, a message appears in my box.
He looked at my family tree on ancestry and solved a huge genealogical problem for me; he forwards me links to documents I can’t believe I’m seeing.
I’m ecstatic but also too tired to quite make sense of it; it doesn’t help that it’s all in German – I think. They’re church records, so maybe it’s Latin. I can’t tell, but I want to know more.
Can I ask you about this tomorrow? I say.
Of course, he says. He tells me he’s smiling, but I can tell he’s beaming because he’s made me so happy.