LIR RESPATI BUMIDAYA
Coming from a big family
has always been a blessing for me. When your grandma has 14 kids, you
have a lot of cousins. There were 6 babies born in 1982-1983. And lots
before and after that of course. The first friends of my life, and
still some of my best friends today.
Another part of coming from a big family is dealing with a lot of different opinions. There were times when, as cousins we didn't see each other for a while because our moms were not getting along at the moment. However, it always resolved itself, and us kids went on like nothing had even happened.
I'm not a very descriptive writer, so it's hard for me to translate the feelings of love, happiness, and pure childhood joy that I feel when I think about going to my grandparent's farm as a kid. As my dad said at my grandma's funeral, the farm was a sanctuary for all who entered. I thought of it as my own private Narnia. Without the evil beings of course.Unless you count some relatives.
One of the greatest things about the farm was the piano. I can't play piano except for a few songs I learned by placing my hands, and thus, remembering the notes, based upon the discolored keys of this piano. Many of my aunts and cousins could play, so throughout the years, it got a lot of use. Especially at Christmas. My grandma could play really well, and I loved to hear her sing. Her's was a voice filled with emotion, and filled with a life of experiences that I couldn't (and still can't) imagine (hello, 14 kids!). To me, it was angelic.
I remember after my grandpa's funeral, everyone gathering in the living room, and singing this song:
Unbroken
Another part of coming from a big family is dealing with a lot of different opinions. There were times when, as cousins we didn't see each other for a while because our moms were not getting along at the moment. However, it always resolved itself, and us kids went on like nothing had even happened.
I'm not a very descriptive writer, so it's hard for me to translate the feelings of love, happiness, and pure childhood joy that I feel when I think about going to my grandparent's farm as a kid. As my dad said at my grandma's funeral, the farm was a sanctuary for all who entered. I thought of it as my own private Narnia. Without the evil beings of course.
One of the greatest things about the farm was the piano. I can't play piano except for a few songs I learned by placing my hands, and thus, remembering the notes, based upon the discolored keys of this piano. Many of my aunts and cousins could play, so throughout the years, it got a lot of use. Especially at Christmas. My grandma could play really well, and I loved to hear her sing. Her's was a voice filled with emotion, and filled with a life of experiences that I couldn't (and still can't) imagine (hello, 14 kids!). To me, it was angelic.
I remember after my grandpa's funeral, everyone gathering in the living room, and singing this song:
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