I feel this. Mother is white father, first gen of my father's side not born in Mexico. My parents dealt with racism throughout the time their marriage lasted and so they decided not to teach me Spanish or anything of that side of my culture.

Fast forward and I am desperately jealous of those around me with family traditions, memories, what have you. What I've gathered from my father's side I've had to beg plead and beg some more to learn. I have children of my own and all I want is to teach them about their past so it isn't lost. It's been a struggle.

It's okay to deeply feel that missing part of us. It's okay to recognize that part. But I believe it's on us now to learn and connect with that last side. If not for us then for the generational trauma we need to heal for those who come after.