Tangled Roots

I'm not quite sure how to start a story that has pledged my family for 3 generations, so forgive me if I seem to bounce all over the place. My part of this story begins when I was 4-5 years old. I am taken care of by my grandparents,  they live in a cute, modest home in California. This home has a beautiful pool, this pool becomes my sanctuary. To this day, I am still drawn to water. This pool is where my abilities started. I remember a man who would always visit me when I was swimming. The first time I saw him I was roughly 4 or 5. I was swimming underwater and saw legs and feet dangling in the pool like someone was sitting at the edge with their feet in the water. For some reason, this person still had their shoes on. Shiny black shoes, the kind people wear when they're getting dressed up. I don't remember talking with him that day, but I saw those shoes often.

This journey has been a strange one. This path has not yet reached its final destination. There are many questions left unanswered. Much need for closure. Whether in this realm or another. The righting of wrongs. The correction of the course. Something. Anything to keep this from keeping my brain searching for answers that could only be found in a different time. A time before mine. If only.. if only I could just find all of the pieces.. I could finally put this puzzle together and bring rest to families through generations. If only...