This will not be easy. When I need to work through a struggle, I write. But this time it's impossible to organize my thoughts and navigate in this tempest. The reason is that my north star, my beacon in the fog, my rudder are gone. She has flown away, and I am lost.
I'll let these few photos do the talking.
The majority of these happy moments with my mother are captured at the tables, enjoying great food. Drinking wine. Laughing and loving.
My condoloences for the loss of your mother. I wish I had a sister that could have been closer to my mom and a great daughter. We are four brothers. I still am lost after almost 2 years....I try to learn new prayers in armenian.
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DeleteQue en paz descanse.
ReplyDeleteI can feel your pain.
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DeleteSo sorry for this enormous loss... your photos are a beautiful tribute. My thoughts are with you x
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DeleteExploring the idea of living in Rome, when I came across your blog and some beautiful pictures of your mum. She looks utterly wonderful and much adored and I'm so sorry. x
ReplyDeleteun bacio x
ReplyDeleteyou made me cry...
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