This Easter, as I was heading back to Bucharest, I felt relieved. It was the first time I didn’t feel that I lived in two separate worlds at the same it. I was looking forward to getting back to MY life in Bucharest and leaving Baia Mare behind. But these last two weeks have showed me that there are thousands of invisible threads chaining me to my family here. We were always an united family. There were always 13 of us at the family table at Easter, Christmas and other reunions. My uncles, aunts and cousins have always been an important part of my life. Now there are only 12 of us left. My uncle N., my kind, funny, caring uncle N. is not with us anymore. We’re trying to console ourselves with the thought that he is not suffering anymore, that he is not struggling with the disease, that finally, after 4 years of false hope, of surgeries and treatments, he is at peace. We will move on, but we will not forget the kindest man in our family.

*Yann Tiersen – Till the end

Posted on by ionuca | Posted in Baia Mare, For a minute there I lost myself, Music sounds better with you, Pictures of you, Try walking in my shoes

3 Responses to Till the end*

  1. by fanel on May 21, 2013 at 12:07 am

    Faina poza cu hamacul!!!!

  2. by Gracie on May 22, 2013 at 2:30 pm

    You know, as clichè as it might sound, I truly believe that the love and bond we share with someone, doesn’t end when you can’t see this someone anymore, that as long as you think about that someone, he’s there right at your side. Always and forever……..

  3. by claudia on May 28, 2013 at 6:24 am

    Sorry about your loss.

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