2011

Post de balanço. Típico e previsível, mas ainda assim, para mim, necessário.

2011 foi o ano em que a minha mãe foi embora. Dentre outras tantas coisas, tristes e felizes, que aconteceram neste ano, esta é a que puxa todas as outras memorias. É o maior sentimento, o mais triste.

(Achei este post inacabado na minha pasta de drafts. Achei que deveria publicar. Sei lá.)

There are reasons NOT to blog...

... but they do not compare to the multiple reasons to resume writing.

This year, a dear (albeit geographically distant) friend died, tragically stabbed to death by her teenage son. She died one morning in her backyard, under the Portuguese sun. We got the news on Facebook. Her page was filled with messages to her, a desperate attempt to say goodbye, to bid her farewell. Her husband had the courage and the generosity to log in to her account and write a short, sad note of thanks to her friends. The man lost his wife and is probably at the very least confused by what his feelings should be towards his son, and still, he sat down and wrote.

This year another dear friend (not so geographically distant) wrote about his mother's painful journey towards death. He wrote from his iPhone, a modern Poe. The post were shared on Facebook, so we all took the journey with him. At the end of each post, a poem by his mother. She passed away last week.

My mom passed away almost 3 years ago. As I remember her passing was, at the time, a reason not to write for a while. Then there was life. Hectic, complicated life. Money issues. Family issues. Work issues. so no room for writing, I thought. But there are always issues. And that's what you write about, whatever it is that you call 'an issue' then. No fancy themes, no cute pictures. No punch lines. Just me and this.