Today I listened to my grandmother tell stories about my grandfather’s family. Decisions they made according to the times, where they chose to live and why, that sort of thing.

I wondered to myself, did my grandpa ever imagine he would have three daughters and six grandchildren when he was “all grown up?” Surely not right?

We inherit so much from our family, and we owe them what can never be paid back. Our parents who create and raise us; we will always be in their debt. Those from long before; they made sacrifices, many of which we’ll never know, that enable us to enjoy our present circumstances.

We are the product of our family. And all these families, all around the world, are just trying to do the best for themselves and for their children.

I enjoyed hearing those stories today, because it connected me to those I barely or never knew, and it allowed me to view my existence in a different light.