Learning Love in Silence
Sometimes I look at my mom and I realise… I’m slowly becoming her. And sometimes… I say bye to my dad and I realise how much I never say. On one side, I see her the way she keeps going no matter what, no matter how tired she is. She does so much… yet carries that quiet feeling that no one really notices, no one really appreciates. Still the next day, she’s the same calm gentle warm like nothing ever touched her. And I don’t know when it started… but I’m doing the same now carrying everything quietly showing up again and again. And on the other side every time I leave my dad it never feels simple. It feels heavy… like I’m leaving behind words I couldn’t say feelings I couldn’t hold onto long enough. That one thought always stays when will we meet again? No answer… just silence. Oh God… why this life? Why give me so much love in such quiet forms? One that stays strong without being seen and one that leaves before I can say everything I feel. Is this...
