The last weekend in Japan, I went to Akashi with my father, my sister and her husband. Akashi is my father’s hometown where he was born and grown up. I was born there, too. We had visited Akashi several times every year when I was a kid, but not at all or hardly ever after my grandparents passed away. Then, there was a big earthquake in Kobe area and the house in Akashi was half destroyed. The house was rebuilt; I had some major life changes in Canada; my parents became older and frail; my mother passed away; …. and before you know, it was over 20 years since we were last there. This time, it was my sister who came up with this idea, planned and organized the trip. We got my father get ready, my sister and her husband drove, and I just sat in the car. So many things happened in this trip and many things made me think… and I should slowly write them down little by little. However, the main thing is that I felt such an immense gratitude about my extended family with whom we could instantly bond after so many years/decades of not seeing each other. Hearing episodes from our childhood made me feel so grateful that I grew up being loved by so many people. My 86 year old father looked so happy, became at least 10 years younger, seemed so much together, and told us about the time he came back home after the war. His voice was shaking and I knew exactly how he felt. Seeing my father being so happy made me so happy and I just couldn’t stop my tears.
October 2, 2014 at 3:10 pm
I’m so happy for you. Much love from me.