Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Mama Tutu

As children and as adults we take our parents for granted...we cultivate our neuroses, blame our quirks and hang-ups on them. Yet on their passing we realise how much they meant. We once felt that they were immortal and in their immortality we defined ourselves. 

It is a rude awakening when they pass....as though we were flying through the air on a swing and suddenly the ropes are severed and we descend into free-fall. For the first time in our lives we are truly alone without that one person who loved us unconditionally....despite our differences, cruelties, misunderstandings, arguments and bitterness.
Today I heard my father cry for the first time....

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