Today has been a long day for me, everything has been so bad for me, it makes me tired and lethargic. I have always lived in a world covered with a sad color, I like to gnaw back but very old sadness from songs that are familiar with each melody. And maybe from today things will gradually be different for me because maybe tomorrow the sky will still be blue or not…….
On the last day of summer I met Uncle, also through the tunes but love life from him, he is a patient at a hospital I still regularly volunteer, in the exchange he sang very happily. , his face as if he has never stepped through a single pain when those tunes begin and end. Going through the ups and downs of the years, his body was thin and a bit sunburnt, he sat on a stone bench next to but other patients, still watching everyone, humming but the tune of the day was still green...
I moved closer to Uncle when everything was starting to close, sending him a greeting before leaving. He was very happy to reply and also started to leave but seemed to have something to say...... Uncle hum and then say two or three words that perhaps when things are no longer okay, words are no longer as good as when emotions are quiet. I understood maybe there was something inside that Uncle was hiding, I moved closer… maybe he didn't have much time left…. The final phase has come and this season's moon will probably be shorter than usual…. He hugged his crying face, his hands were already thin with wrinkled knuckles, he hugged his eyes tightly to prevent two streams of emotions from escaping, his face was lowered as if to hide this feeling one more time. again. Me and a friend also understand how bad things have been for Uncle, putting his hands around his back and on his shoulders is the only thing me and my friend can do right now…. My hands were shaking because of what happened in front of my eyes, if it were me, would I be desperate and lying somewhere watching the last leaves of life outside the window... Am I wrong to choose such a life… the answer might be…. He hugged me and my friend in his arms, those tears wiped away on my shoulders, he thanked me and thanked the friend for giving him the closeness of a loved one…. “You two are like Uncle's children and grandchildren”… like that a few times Uncle kept hugging us and then crying…. He said he still tries to have fun, but I understand this feeling of foreknowledge is too difficult for human emotions to not think once. I was called back by my roommate and I promised to see you again next time if possible. Watching him limp on his legs, he didn't know what May did to him, his luggage, a bottle of tea and a pack of cigarettes and a jacket that could only be worn on one side because the other hand still had the traditional position. medicine every day….I was silent for a while and left. Today and tomorrow, present and future, gain and loss, sadness and joy, whether the sky is still as blue as it was when we were there..... I have the answer for myself. Dear and I hope you will also have your own answer.
June 5, 2023….. a last day of summer at the project “One Picture – Many Hopes”