Maybe it’s for your grandmother. What was her mother’s name? Where did the family live before? Why do we do that thing we do at weddings, and who started it?
You’ve been meaning to ask for years. There’s always time — until, one day, there isn’t.
There’s an old saying that when an elder dies, a whole library burns down. Anyone who has sat at a funeral hearing stories they’d never heard before — about a person they thought they knew — understands exactly what that means.
Enju Ya exists because of that feeling. The names of five generations shouldn’t live in one person’s memory. The photos shouldn’t sit in a shoebox no one can explain. Your children shouldn’t have to guess where they come from.