I have been reading a post in three parts by Farrago, who tells of taking his father back to Italy to visit relatives and friends he had not seen since WW2. It is a wonderful story for anyone who loves family and relishes the connections of friendship that outlive the tests of time. I recommend that you go and read all three parts. It starts on march 19th, and continues on the 20th and 21st.
It reminds me of a story I may have written about before, but I can't locate the post. Mr. kenju has been doing research into his family geneaology for many years. At one point, a search led him to learn of a family with our surname who were living in NC only about 2 hours away. He questioned whether he ought to contact them and ask about their family history - and he waffled back and forth for almost 2 years before he finally got the courage to call them. As it turned out, the man was his cousin from a branch of the family tree that had "broken off" due to an argument between brothers (Mr. kenju's grandfather and the other man's brother.) Shortly thereafter, mr. kenju travelled to their home to meet and talk and found not only a cousin, but a man with whom he knew he could forge a deep friendship. Unfortunately, after only 2 visits, the other man was diagnosed with cancer and he succumbed quickly. That was four years ago. We attended the funeral and I met his wife and son, as well as other members of the family - all of us marvelling at the fate that brought us together so long after the brothers quarreled and split forever.
Fast forward to Friday, when we saw the wife and son (and his fiancee) again for the first time in four years. We picked up just where we left off four years ago, as if there had been little passage of time since we saw them last. I am sorry that it was so long between the first meeting and this one, and we hope to keep that from happening again.
Now for a really heartwarming story, go and read Farrago's tales of travelling to Italy with his aging father, to meet family and old friends.