親孝行って何って考える
So at the beginning of December I was feeling (typical to this time of year) extremely nostalgic for Buffalo. This nostalgia kind of bled into a longing to know my father's side of the family and get connected with the "Tirone" side of my heritage. Thanks to Facebook, I found one of my father's cousins and actually talked on the phone with him for a few hours.
At one point in the conversation, I marveled at how many people I was related to that I had no idea of (he was pretty much giving me the family tree starting from when the Tirone family came to the United States) and he said "Are you kidding? Go onto my Facebook page; you're related to every Tirone there!"
Naturally, I looked. It was like... looking at the Mirror of Erised. (Seriously, I felt like Harry) I was finding people with my eyes, with my father's face, with his nose, and even a man with my eyebrows! (This is really hard to describe, but I have a permanently raised right eyebrow that's kind of become more obvious over time). It was beautiful and I cried.
Lately I've been feeling the same kind of nostalgia. The thing is I can't put my family back together; that's something that's up to my dad, and I don't think he's interested. He's interested to hear what people are up to, but other than that... well, of course we live different lives.
Still.
Also, update on mid-quarter crisis: as soon as I submit the paperwork, I'll officially be a Japanese major with a business minor. Excited to start on Japanese major!!!!
At one point in the conversation, I marveled at how many people I was related to that I had no idea of (he was pretty much giving me the family tree starting from when the Tirone family came to the United States) and he said "Are you kidding? Go onto my Facebook page; you're related to every Tirone there!"
Naturally, I looked. It was like... looking at the Mirror of Erised. (Seriously, I felt like Harry) I was finding people with my eyes, with my father's face, with his nose, and even a man with my eyebrows! (This is really hard to describe, but I have a permanently raised right eyebrow that's kind of become more obvious over time). It was beautiful and I cried.
Lately I've been feeling the same kind of nostalgia. The thing is I can't put my family back together; that's something that's up to my dad, and I don't think he's interested. He's interested to hear what people are up to, but other than that... well, of course we live different lives.
Still.
Also, update on mid-quarter crisis: as soon as I submit the paperwork, I'll officially be a Japanese major with a business minor. Excited to start on Japanese major!!!!