End of the story?

It was a humbling experience to post MaEm's story on this blog.
How very easy my generation forgets the stories that we grew up with.
As we grow older ourselves and we get busy with our separate lives, raise children of our own, the memories get hazy.
It is good to read and reread family stories.
It put things in perspective for us.
It reminds us who we are and tells us what life is all about.
Though financial stability and material possession makes living a lot easier, it is the loving, the struggling together as a family that builds the character that eventually shapes who each person is.
It is a contrast of who struggled most succeeded most in school that i found fascinating.
The first three who were there during the worst times and the last two who had more financial support but did not make it through college.

Life is full of irony.

The story by far has not ended.

We still carry the after effects of the challenges my grandparents have endured.

We are still a principled bunch.

This does not mean that we are spotless. Far from it.

But we learn from our mistakes and punish ourselves severely for it.

For how can we be so stupid!

My husband said one day that there is no such thing as "forgive and forget" in my family.

I have an inkling why.

We hold each other in too high a standard that when we do commit mistakes the disappointment is too much to bear.

Maybe someday, i will write down these disappointments that had happened.

For now, even though years had passed, it is still too fresh.

And all of us still have to build our lives and live it.

Meanwhile, there is the Library.

I have always intended it to be named after my grandfather but i believe, that it should be dedicated to Cirilo and Petra Dumotan.

Hmmmm, maybe this summer i will get around to having the plaque made.