about love


I’m leaving for Sweden later today, this time for my mother’s funeral. A very short visit this time to pay a tribute because I’ve never been able to understand why a funeral would be the last good bye, well I do understand but there are no goodbyes to those you love in my opinion. Maybe it’s because I’ve been living abroad for such a long time and I am used to not seeing my family and friends very often, I’m used to socialize with them in my mind and why would it be different now with my mother? My parents are still as alive to me as they were when they lived. I have been thinking a lot about what is most painful about them being dead and I have realized that it is that I am denied the possibility to give them my love, their love for me will always live on in me but I cannot show them my love anymore and that makes me very sad. I don’t know if it is age or the fact that I have had children but I realize more and more how important it is to love, it is far more important than to be loved. When you love and accept people for what they are, you add a dimension to your life that makes you a truer human being. I will never achieve anything grand and important for humanity but I love and that is enough for me.