I am from the Philippines originally. I live in Connecticut now. I have chosen to bring up my kids in the US, but I try to teach them about the Philippines and my family everyday.
Aside from exposing them to my local dialect, Filipino, I also gather information about relatives and the Philippines. I tell them things that a 5 and 2-year-old can understand, but one day when they are older I would like to show them all the information so they can fully appreciate where they came from in the Philippines.
Knowing one’s roots and being proud of where you come from is so important.
He died a very long time ago, even before I was born. When I was reading his biography I found it so coincidental how he died on my wedding day, July 23. He succumbed from cancer and had his final moments at St. Lukes Hospital in Chicago, IL. Coincidentally, my dad and grandmother (Lolo Jacobo’s daughter) died of cancer in a hospital of the same name, St. Lukes, and at one point of my life I almost moved to Chicago.
I really feel that coincidences have meaning, but it is just a matter of finding out what they are. If you delve into the past you will find links that are similar and bridge the past to the present.
For instance, I mentioned in a previous post how an aunt who I had not spoken to in years sent me old pictures. It was so coincidental how both my sister, who lives in California, and I received the pictures via regular USPS mail on my Dad’s birthday. Coincidentally, this aunt’s grandfather is Jacobo Puno Fajardo.
There are so many more coincidences I could write about, but I will leave that for another day.
If you really look at the details of your life you will notice interesting connections. For me, the meaning is that there is a greater power that we don’t physically see that connects the past and present. History has a way of repeating itself, but in different variations.
Thank you for letting me share! Have a great day!