How many deaths will it take before our generation realizes there is a lot of history fading away to memories? How many generations have gone by with out the wisdom and knowledge of its past? How many more will pass? Questions that only we have the answers to. Answers that are self evident if we get our heads out of our own ass’ long enough to open our eyes. I am not political, “religious” or even motivated by the events of today. But what I am is someone with strong moral and ethical beliefs based on knowledge and wisdom gained based down from generations before.
Last night at 0300 I lost that chance when my Great Aunt passed. I am saddened by not only the loss of my Aunt but the fact I never really knew her. I heard Grand Ma talk about her all the time but was always too busy to make the trip out to see her and sit and listen and learn. Not only learn about her but learn where my family came from. To gauge where its going and gain an understanding of why we do the things we do. To understand the things we have done. With out knowing your history you are doomed to repeat it. Sometimes looking back we really don’t want to see what we have done because of guilt or confusion or whatever the excuse may be. And that’s really it, just an excuse. It takes just a few moments out of a life to really know someone and I blew that chance. Chasing a dream. Running from a lie. Now that part of me is gone.
No, this isn’t about me. It’s about making time to visit past generations so we can prepare the future one’s for what’s to come. And we wonder why the World is going to Hell. With out a solid foundation to stand on we will sink. Or fall for anything. How much do we have to lose before we see what’s right in front of us?
I guess you can say I am ticked with myself for not getting to know my family. For years the only Grand father I knew was actually my Step Grand Pa. So when I got the news I had a biological Grand Father guess who got confused? To find out I lived on 40 minutes from him for years and never knew. He died a few years back and I never got to meet him till I saw him in his casket. So much I could have learned especially since I am now told I am too much like him. What that means I have no idea and have no way of really finding out with out bringing their hard feelings to the surface.
I guess what I am trying to say is: Lets not let the Generations before us die, but get to know them and their history so they live on.
Aboriginals around the world pass down stories from generation to generation to keep their ancestors alive. Why have we gotten away from that? What can we do to change it? Are we even going to try? Or are we still going to be too busy to worry with it? Is it that important to you? Or maybe it’s the petty differences that keep our families divided. Maybe it was a perceived injustice. Maybe it was an injustice that is considered unforgivable. Maybe. Maybe not.
