Thank you from my heart for this song. There is a saying I came upon years ago stating that whenever you miss someone from your family, be it mom, dad or grandparents, it is enough to take a look at your hands and if you miss them just being aware that they are in you. Today I looked at my hands and maybe this sounds crazy but I gave a little kiss to my palms imagining that I am kissing my grandmother on the cheek as a goodbye. I will make the 500 km trip back home and "hug" her in my mind at the cemetery....
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It doesn't sound crazy at all, Mary <3
Ah....if I tell you that yesterday I just went to a bookshop to try to just forget. And my eyes got stuck on a cover of a book written by Cristian Mungiu called Tania Ionașcu, Bunica mea. I felt an urge to buy, I do not know why.Last night I started to read this. This morning I finished it sobbing.
It is just incredible that at certain point in life somebody else's story can help in the healing.
The story of Cristian's buni just made me feel a bit of hope in my process.
There was a quote at the end of the book which really really touched my aching soul:
Reminded me so much of my own buni <3 I guess there's something, a sturdiness and resilience perhaps shared by all these women who lived through Communism and raised a family in it. <3 Thank you for that.