18/05/2026
I have spent the past week in Scotland with my parents, travelling through places connected to our family history and ancestry. It has already been a deeply reflective and meaningful journey.
One of the most significant parts of this journey has been supporting my parents to lay part of my sister’s ashes to rest at Castle Tioram — a place connected to our ancestors and somewhere she was meant to experience with them. To stand together on that land, surrounded by so much history, felt grounding, humbling, and quietly profound.
It has made me reflect on the stories we carry through generations — stories of resilience, loss, belonging, love, survival, and connection to land. So much of who we are is shaped by those who came before us, often in ways words cannot fully explain.
What this experience has reminded me is that grief and peace can exist alongside one another. That sadness can sit beside gratitude. That there is richness in honouring both where we come from and the people we carry with us.
Scotland has reminded me that connection to ancestry is not only about the past — it is also about understanding ourselves, our place in the world, and the quiet ways love continues across generations. 🤍