I came across cute books, one for a mother the other for a dad. It had specific topics under which they could write down their stories on these topics. It was about their past, my childhood, family etc etc.
I gave both my parents one. Then when my dad passed away in 2016 I asked his wife about it and she said he never wrote in it as he felt it was nonsense
I was heartbroken and also shocked as doing such a thing used to be typically my dad but I guess he got too bitter towards the end.
So there are many things I cannot ask anymore. My mother knows a lot but not everything of course, and even though she's only 77 I notice her memory isn't that good anymore.
I did learn new things about my dad and his family last year when I found my grandniece on Facebook. She's a medium and into the spiritual, like me. And she told me her dad -my dad's uncle- was a very well-known healer and people came from afar to see him.
His parents -so my dad's grandparents- were healers too.
When I found out about that, something inside me clicked into place. As if I'd finally found my place in the family. I guess I somehow always felt a bit like the odd one out.
I'd never heard about these healers from my dad, and if his uncle was so well-known I assume he must've known.
I really treasure this little piece of knowledge about my family!