July 30^th is the anniversary of the disappearance of Jimmy Hoffa.  Seeing an article about his disappearance got me thinking about my own missing relatives.  Those people who exist only in name and vague references in records with more questions than answers as to where they came from or where they went, I wonder what happened to that grandmother way back in my line who vanished after the attack by natives.  Did she really die or did she due to circumstances build a new life with her captors?  I wonder about that Uncle early in my line who “went west” in his youth and was never heard from again.  Did he reach his destination?  Could there be some distant cousins out there somewhere trying to locate their missing kin back east, or did he die before he reached his mysterious destination and lays forgotten in some unmarked grave somewhere? With genealogy is seems it’s a constant search for one person or another that is missing and for every question that is answered two more questions take its place and sometimes it seems there are no answers at all.