I do not have a great understanding of what we cannot see. I accept with faith as I diligently cling to hope. If we create through passions, dreams, and vision, letting it become a part of us, or rather what makes us who we are, like love, how could this die? For I believe, I may be wrong, or I may be right, but I believe as we carry on the love of our ancestors, as we inherit their characteristics, why then can’t we inherit their dreams, their memories?

For I may not comprehend the science of it all, but I do know there are many things in this world, that science cannot explain. For I have been places, and seen, as well as felt, I have known, what I have never learned. I believe the soul is an intricate piece of work, fashioned by our Creator. So if we give our lives for a purpose, if we hold to the hope, the faith, if we pass on a dream, how could something that brilliant die?

So this is for you, my ancestors, for you are my people, as I am yours. Be proud for yourself, if not yet for me.