Why talk about it?
Well, I started thinking about it because the 1st of November in Portugal is also called all saints day or "deceased" day... It is the day in which you praise to the dead and, as rural portuguese tradition says, you spend your day going to cemeteries, visiting your ancestors graveyards and putting some flowers.
Honestly I only did this two or three time during my childhood... But, strange as it seems I enjoyed.. All this because I always got to know my ancestors and managed to hear a little bit of their life histories, normally told by my grandmothers..
So, when my grandmother (from my father side) asked me, on Sunday, If I would like to go with her to her village, I couldn't say no... I havent been there for years and I never spend there my holidays so only occasional visits brought me to
Abrantes,
Liteiros,
Torres Novas... And it was so nice!! I got to know every corner where my grandmother used to ride her bike, the places where she fell in love (and met my grandfather) heard about the stories of my great great grandfather being this big man in the village, having a big farm and plenty of workers, the story of the 1st car in the village, electricity, aeroplanes and many other fantastic stories..
Most of all I heard about her relationship with her parents and grandparents, my grandfather relationship with his parents... And, of course, I talked about mine :) and their relationship with their kinds (meaning my father and my uncle).
It is funny to see how there can be so many perspectives for the same event.. and it is really interesting to see how deep and complex family relationships are.. I always joke about it saying that I come from a disfunctional family but the truth is that each is time you are talking to a mother/father of someone (this being my grandfather, aunt, or even my own mum and dad) you can easily see that they believe that they have made their best in order to educate their child in the best possible way... More interesting than that is that, in most cases, if you talk to the son/daughter they normally say that it is the other way around... that something was missing in their education.
Now that my parents are separated I can see this paradox even clearer... And I can see that the major problem in my disfunctional family :) is that, although we all love eachother deeply, we are really proud individuals, most of the time forgetting that our perspective of the same event might not be the only one and that, inclusively, it might be wrong...
Flexibility and humbleness is something that is lacking and that I just wish I could bring back... Sometimes is too late for others.
But I am definitely learning with all this lessons...
PS- It is funny, just realized that I was going to put "1st of November" as the title of this posting.. Curious as it might same, previous posts also started with 1st :)