my uncle's records

To write rasgos asiaticos I did some research in Mexico. On one of those trips my uncle Baldo was very upset that I was asking questions about my family. He told me that I wasn't letting my uncle's spirit rest. I had no reason to unbury the past. It was on one of those trips though that my uncle gave me a stack of Andres's records – all in Chinese. When Andres died – they burned all of his belongings but all these years my uncle had saved these records. He gave them to me along with some old photographs. He still wouldn't openly approve of what I am doing. My family is very private but his giving me those records was an unspoken acknowledgment that what I was attempting was important. It would be a year later that I finally found the record player that would play those old records. In San Antonio, I cooked a huge feast - literally washed the records with soap and water (which I now know is very bad) and listened to the same music my uncle listened to in his back room and wept...

Response from Mira:
There is a privacy of pain and shame that every family holds and keeps. I believe that it is our job to give those feelings movements and voices, only then can their spirits truly rest.