Reading this lovely post about generations by Oh, I suddenly remembered my Great Grandmother.
I knew her only until I was 12 years old. She was a very neat and kind person. Very beautiful in her old age. I totally admired her.
I still keep her picture on the wall, with her husband, a Great Grandfather I never met for he passed away when my Mom was 6 months old. Along with the other family members.
I find it important that one should know the ancestors. You know that you’re part of the world ever since you were not even conceived for you share blood with the people living long before you.
And I extremely adore Oh’s family. 5 or 4 generations don’t matter. What matters is you know them, you love them.
Some people don’t have the opportunity to know and love their ancestors for they don’t have any clue at all. Yet, there are ways. All you need is a strong will to get to know them.