We survived three very intense pre Christmas Italian days .The good thing of an early morning flight is that you will have all day to spend at your destination.Over the last 15 years we gave up hoping being welcomed by my parents with big boards.When we usually arrive nobody is there yet:late,or at the wrong airport.Once they get there ,on their defence,the welcoming is overwhelming.
Three days are not that much but we managed to use them wisely.The schedule was tight but we got to see who matters:grandparents and great grandparents.I am still so lucky and blessed to have grandparents alive myself:two biological and one acquired on my stepfather side.This makes my girls even more blessed and lucky.They met their great grandparents on both side and can still enjoy three out of six.No,don’t worry,I didn’t messed up with the numbers,they have 3 set of grandparents and three set of great grand parents,not all still alive ,but this is the number.The joy of an extended family.
Unfortunately my grand mother has developed dementia since last time we saw her.It is not too bad yet but still quite strange to the girls’ eyes.I tried to prepare them as better as I could and I have to say they did cope with it naturally and graciously.
By Saturday evening it felt like we were here for a week already as we did so many things and saw so many people.Sunday we kept it engagements free.I kept the day to enjoy my parents with no distractions.I kept the day to wonder around those familiar rooms and corridors and smell the scent of family.I kept the day to go back to those happy days when I was a child myself.I kept the day to fill my soul with the warmth of a past life that will never leave me.
Monday morning.We just reached our seats on the plane to go back home.Saying Good bye is always sad.No matter how many years I am away but when I leave I am always sad and feeling guilty for leaving my loved ones behind.The mix of different emotions is recurrent:there is happiness to go home,my home,and there is sadness to leave the ones I know would like me to stay.The ones I know will be sad too.I also know it will pass.It will pass both side once all of us go back to their routine.May be is true what they say that what you don’t see and touch won’t hurt.May Be is just the awareness that we say goodbye and lave each other to go back to happy lives .We are close in our hearts,this is what it matters and two hours and forty minutes flight can’t stop us.