A few days ago, I attended a family reunion to remember the tenth anniversary of my father’s death.
Since my family is scattered all around the world, these occasions are pretty much the only chance for us to come together, catch up with each other and remember those who are no longer physically among us.
There I was, surrounded by people that had seen me grow, remembering my father, whom all of them had known well. I hadn’t seen some of those relatives for more than five years, and we didn’t know much about each other’s lives, but that did not seem to matter.
There was something to learn from this, but what?
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