When I layed out some ideas for subjects to post about, I came out with a thought of a post about my father. My relationship with father had shaped my life like every relationship with parents shape anybody's life. The way they behaved with you as a child, the way the were, lived their life, shared themselves. The way they gave you space to be who you are. All these and more. My father died when I was twelve. I idealized him. The way he passed away had proved me how strong was our connection. To let go of him was and is a process of a life time.
This picture above says a lot for me. I see two people in love with each other. My father was an artist, a painter. A man who woke up in the mornings and went to his studio to create. He made things like this:
When I look at this painting I can see that both pictures mean the same.
I wish only to say: "Thankyou Aba."
What a very beautiful description of your love for your father and his for you. The two pictures were such an immediate connection. Thank you for such a sweet start to the day (oh, and a happy Chanukah). xxx
Posted by: Cynthia | 12/10/2009 at 10:25 AM