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A suspended time has begun, a moment of seeming calm when life is about to overwhelm you. Everything is about to crumble, shoulders no longer supporting that daily grind. The time has come to take care for ‘the last time of those who gave me life, loved me and cared for me day after day. The time has come to let them go. March 6, 2019 Mom, May 17, 2020 Pope. Two dates that mark life, lead me to be orphaned. One is left alone, seemingly alone. Their love is transformed. Every moment turns into a transmission of their love. Experiencing illness with one’s parents gave me the opportunity to understand their attachment to life, their strength for their children. Learning to find their absence and their presence in their home where I still live. This work € still an open story, but the time has come to write the first chapter of such a complex topic as grieving. I am now a different person carrying with me my own past and the love of my parents. As Dostoevsky writes, “In spite of all the losses and hardships I have suffered, I fervently love life.”
