Perspective
Dear friend,
I’m in a little bubble of my own, sitting next to Chiara’s father on a wooden bench in a neo-classic themed park in Vicenza Italy.
Maybe one time I might have imagined this to be an ordinary experience.
From the outside, to a passing observer there are people, sitting, nothing so much going on.
No red carpets.
Chiara’s name is on billboards and posters all around town; which is why we’re gathered here.
Non small feat to round up the family.
The planning and the concern for travel plans and who will mind the cat and how is the cat’s paw healing?
We’re not even talking about anything deep. The odd comment about plans for dinner, that maybe it would be nice to have a small dog for company, maybe some time soon.
The park is famous for bunny rabbits but we haven’t seen any yet.
My bubble is English.
I understand better than I can express myself in Italian.
I’m aware that we’re not just sitting.
There will be a day when we can’t do this and it will seem like the most exotic idea possible.
What would any of give to sit in silence with a departed loved one?
Perspective changes everything.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey