I wanted to say a lot of things about surrendering oneself to love, to life.
But there is only one thing I want to share with you. The post I wrote last year for the A to Z: S as in a song for Suzanne
Suzanne is my mother’s name.
I went to get her things from her tiny room. Her stuff is now in my house.
I will have to surrender a lot to be able to go through all the objects and say goodbye to the tiny particles of her that I can feel in them.
I haven’t been able to enter my father’s house yet. I guess it will be the last gift of my mother, the courage to COMPLETE what has to be complete.
With great respect!