Condolences. I'm so sorry for your loss. Though I'm sure she had her reasons for wanting it so. She lives in you, though. (I get hung up on the phone thing too, but it helps to remember she's still here in other ways)
This song always helps me:)
Condolences. I'm so sorry for your loss. Though I'm sure she had her reasons for wanting it so. She lives in you, though. (I get hung up on the phone thing too, but it helps to remember she's still here in other ways)
This song always helps me:)
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....
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.