Here, There, Everywhere

"J'étais le genre de personne qui aurait traversé l'océan pour quelqu'un qui n'aurait même pas traversé la rue pour moi.

“The death of your mother is not comparable to the death of the man you loved: it is the prelude to your death. Because it is the death of the creature that conceived you, carried in the womb, gifted life. And your flesh is her flesh, your blood is her blood, your body is an extension of her body: the moment she dies, a part of you or the principle of you dies physically, nor is the umbilical cord cut to separate you. To postpone that death which was a prelude to my death, so I stayed awake. To keep me awake I kept her awake and talked, talked. I told her what I had never told her and I would never tell to anyone, my wounds, my regrets, my doubts, precious burden however, since it was life itself, I told her that despite those wounds and regrets and doubts, I loved life very much. I was so happy to be born, and I thanked her on my knees for giving birth to me.

When Parents die 💔, nothing is the same anymore. We can no longer be children, we will no longer feel carried away by their hugs, kisses and words of encouragement. It seems like life is getting harder because their protective love is no longer there. When parents are no longer with us, we are orphans and that is hard regardlss of age. Even though you created your family, the face of your parents is ingrained in you for eternity. All people, even if we are adults, have this living child inside us who wants to be protected all the time by his parents. Turning to their unconditional love whenever necesary, but when they are gone, that option is no longer possible...!!! 😭 Excerpt from Beyond the Clouds Facebook