Yesterday I discovered the names of my great grandparents on my dad’s side. This may not seem like a big deal but to me it is. We grew up in a fractured family. Not unlike most American kids. My parents divorced when my twin sister and I were roughly 8 or 9 and my younger sister 6 or 7. My mother remarried and we moved to Italy. My twin sister never saw my birth father again and my younger sister didn’t see him until she was in her late twenties. I didn’t see him again for nearly 14 years and, by then, I was so wrapped up in my own…