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It’s the little things that you remember and hold dear.
Stories shared and re-told time and time again.
Footsteps re-traced along well-worn paths.
Imprints of roads never traversed.
Yet here I was, in my ancestral land, meandering the
cobblestone rues and reminiscing.
Imagining. Appreciating.
Understanding choices.
Questioning fate.
Constantly asking “Why” and “What if?”
Two powerful questions with answers both opaque and crystal
clear.
They say that in beauty there is also sorrow.
But I was looking ahead to tomorrow.
Because I was here, in the country of my mum and pap’s place
of birth, celebrating.
Imagining. Appreciating.
Understanding choices. Forgiving
fate.
Crickets chirping.
Chickens clucking. Cows
grazing. Birds serenading.
Simple. Ordinary. Nature.
Blooms.
A few weeks ago, I was asked a question: “Who inspires you?”
Someone famous? A
movie star? An author, or perhaps a King?
Not even close.
The answer was simple.
The trails and paths traversed by ordinary people on their
extra-ordinary journeys.
Each footprint leaves an imprint, a legacy and a memory to
share.
Generations lost.
Families dispersed.
Yet, courage and resilience forges stoically on.
How I long to once again hear the voices of my parents
recount the stories of their youth.
I am now here. Singing with my ancestors. Their voices, loud and clear, are joined with
mine in melodic harmony.
This was their story.
Now it is mine.
Side note: An informative read with a tad more detail. My post from March 2018 about re-tracing the past in Esslingen.
Next post:
In two/three weeks, around the weekend of June 22nd, if not a
tad earlier. Stay tuned!
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