One day while in Long Island, I sat with my aunt and we looked through some old photographs of our family. There were photos of new houses, honeymoons, babies, family pets and big groups of friends. A lot of the pictures were taken in the 1930s.
I never really knew my grandparents. A combination of being born 6000 miles away from them and my father being born later in their lives. My grandfather came to visit us in Japan when I was about 2 or 3 and I have patchy memories of that time.
My aunt says that my grandparents were a real 'love match' and I believe it.
These photos were taken on their honeymoon.
Sometimes I think that as a society we are so preoccupied with "the new" and looking towards the future that we disregard the past. There's a distinct difference between dwelling on the past (which is not so good) and looking back toward it with curiosity (which is good). I feel like so much emphasis is placed on us as individuals that sometimes it would be good to pause, give our egos a break and think about how amazing and crazy it is that if not for chance meetings that were made so many years ago, we might not be here. So go hang out with some older relative and make the most of them.