Since we were already in ulu land, my parents took us to the grave of my grandmother on my dad's side. She passed on before my parents were married so my brothers and I never got a chance to meet her. And surprisingly, in all my years, we had never been to the grave with my parents who make a trip there every year. But from what I hear, my grandmother was a pretty amazing woman, raising a brood of children who weren't even her very own. As I mentioned before, I come from a line of strong independent women. Dad said she would have been happy to see all of us, so we took a picture there.
I love such family outings as it is only in such times when my usually reticent dad tells us stories of his family and each time we discover something new that he never thought necessary to tell us before. Hearing these stories now is like having read the abridged version of a literary classic as a child, then reading the complete works in all its glory later in life. The colorful details capture the mind and heart, and I learn to appreciate it so much more. My dad should really write a movie or a novel.
So I'm proud to say that this is my brother, our army and my grandmother our heritage.
This is my family that I love very much.