Today I did something just for me. Years ago my mother had given me a ring from my grandmother (dad's mom). It was too small and although I have always admired it, I never had it sized. Well yesterday I sized it to replace my wedding band on my left hand. I love it!!! There is a sense of peace knowing it is a family heirloom of sorts, not too many things passed through the generations in my family. Sad really, because I know so little about either side, but especially my dad's side.
When did our culture lose it's sense of heritage? Times change, I get that but why do we lose our past? Is it only my life I should be learning from or isn't there something I should be learning from those who came before me? I mean sure, I have learned plenty from listening to and watching my parents, but what about their parents or those before them. I imagine part of who I am has to do with them too, but I don't know how or why.
In my life I have known only one grandparent and she left this world when I was only six years old. I wonder how life would have been different if I had experienced their influence. Who were they? What did they like or dislike? What were their beliefs? These are questions I may never know... well maybe someday.