Last night I had the pleasure of interviewing my Grandmother who has
been visiting the states from Panama. It occurred to me recently that
I’d already lost both of my Grandfathers and that it would be a shame
for so much family history and lessons to die with my Grandmothers. I
couldn’t tell you how either of my Grandparents met. I couldn’t tell
you what their parents did for a living. I couldn’t even tell you where
in Panama my Grandmother lived. Shame on me.
I’d always felt… hmmm, disconnected isn’t the right word… I didn’t feel as connected to
my father’s side of the family as I did my mother’s until the past
decade or so. I have no memories of my parents as a couple since they
had me when they were teens and broke up long before my mind was
capable of retaining long-term memories.
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