It is not the perception of people that romance has disappeared at this age of time that is true, but it is the real romantic love stories that are magical and beyond even the imagination of the most brilliant writers that stand up for the simple emotion of life. The emotion of love that never and would never fade off.
It has been 7 months since Sallamah lost her husband. He has battled with Al Zehaimer disease for more than 15 years, and she had been beside him all that time, taking care of him and nurturing him till his time come.
Since his departure she is witnessing a burst of emotions and memories that find their way into a blog that she dedicates for her loved husband. Her words are tender, her emotions are tense, and her descriptions are lively. She celebrates today his 63 birthday regardless of his absence with this message:
“I put a white rose in you garden, and carry it with a baggage of the scent of around a year of passionate longing to you, and I try to convince its petals to draw our kisses on your cheeks”
It has been 7 months as well for the departure of my grand mother. My grand father couldn’t cope with the reality of her absence. His health deteriorated suddenly and he passed away two weeks ago to be at her side. It was around 70 years ago when they got married, and they have been happily living together since then.
There is something that prevented me from feeling deep sadness for the departure of my grand father, maybe it has to do with the picture of my grand mother in their house at the very day he died. I was sitting there with other people mourning our loss, and I had my eyes of this picture that has been hanging there since the day she left us. I could suddenly see a glow in the picture, and could suddenly see a smile on her face. Maybe it was just me, but I felt my grand mother happiness for having her husband back. I am sure they are in each other arms right now.
It is for my aunt that I dedicate this post. She is in deep pain for losing both of her parents in the same year while she is living far away (in the USA). She wrote me an email saying:
“My dad is gone Fedo, My dad is gone. It is so very hard loosing both Mom and Dad in the same freaking year. It seems like a very slow slow slow movie. Can’t describe exactly the sadness in my heart at this time…. I tried to read you blog and nothing about grandpa yet?”
I tried to comfort her with my witness of the happy picture of her mother. Then she said:
“I wish that I can rib my heart out to stop it from aching this bad. I do know that they must be happy together, but forgive me for being selfish and wanting both of them back together here with me again. I do regret all those years away from my family, away from my parents and away from home. Possibly, if my heart, my emotions were made to be made from ice, looking like an ice sculpture, I wouldn’t be hurting this much. The problem is that, I thought I was very strong, only to find out that all my strength crushed by the death of my daddy. I loved him much you know and he simply was my rock. To loose both of them in one year is just unfair.”
Yes, I can never comprehend the fairness of death. It hits me hard of its unfairness, and the pain it carries into people’s hearts. But yet, there is a slight ray of light that one can see of the enormous amount of beautiful love emotions that death triggers in our hearts. The picture of Sallamah brining out her emotions for her lost husband while sitting in front of her computer screen, and the picture of my grand parents smiling in an eternal embrace give us a realization of the power of love and the nature of us as a loving creatures.