Two years ago, a distant relative I had not met before contacted me on Facebook because of my name.
My last name, uncommon in the United States, is uniquely concentrated in Utah because of immigration to the territory during the early days of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. After some conversation, we established our relational link through my great-grandparents, who owned a grocery store in the Uintah Basin during the 1960s. I didn’t hear from her again until January of this year.
On Jan. 19, I became engaged to the most remarkable man I have ever met.