Fifty + Years Lonlelyness (2)

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The melancholy man and the goat!

Hi, my dear friends. I must apologize for my failures in the last post, as I noticed them in the night in bed!! Anyway, I have a serious situation this time as I have to work and coordinate my household; my wife is a woman of the world. Just let’s begin.

As I mentioned in the first part, it’s not easy to be born and grow up by sensible parents; a writer as a father with a lot of wishes and dreams and a bookworm as a mother whose biggest wish was to be left alone in a room fulfil with books and glass water and a loaf of bread would be enough for her!

Mother in everlasting position, Dreaming.

Here, man can say that God saves the soul! And yes, my childhood was based on a lot of trauma. Especially after my father died, it became much more complicated, but the very beginning;

It is, of course, not so much to explain; I have written there about in my some memories a time of love, happiness, a time of also, strike, strife, discord and again love and forgiveness.

You might read my post, “A CHARACTERISTIC LOVE STORY.” There, I have described the crazy beginning of this family’s foundation, which can result in mostly chaotic high-spiritual tensions in our lives.

Let’s begin after the father’s death because I can remember better. I don’t know why; maybe because I had to work on this. My father died the night after we returned from a wedding ceremony very late at night, and both “Al and I” knew nothing about what happened. In the morning, Mother told us he had travelled (He did travel often, but surely not after a party where he was almost drunk!). This wrong announcement was acceptable to me, but for Al, it wasn’t enough. He was a thinker even 9 at age ( I was 7 when my father left this Earth.), but of course, we both took it as a fact and, according to the mother’s order, went to the uncle’s house with a pool a big garden and so on and on. It was an offer which no child could refuse.

Those were the days, I’d bet! 😉

The main tension began after this time because Al was almost sure there was something wrong with this and me, the bloody child; I might have mentioned something but surely wanted rather ignore it! Therefore, it began a funny, and it might be better to say a tragic play between us three: Mother, Al and Me, and it was and still remains a trauma, which I will try to tell you about next. Thank you to all who read this, and forgive me for my failure. Take care and be safe. 🙏💖🙏

11 thoughts on “Fifty + Years Lonlelyness (2)”

  1. Oh, the photo of your mother lying in the grass is beautiful! Thank you for sharing more of your childhood adventures with us. How heartbreaking to be told that your father had gone travelling the night after he died. I’m sure your mother had her reasons back then. Blessings always, Deborah.

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    • Thank you dear Crystal 🙏❤ I think that there are some tragic played in many people’s life but I want to and will try to explain how strange our childhood was and how strangely it follows 😊 I hope I have the time and the craft to do that ☺ thank you again for your interest and inspiration 🙏❤❤🤗

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    • Thank You, dear Luciana, oh yes it is though, I know there are many people who might have even much more sadness in their life to tell but I think that if we all try to confront to our deeper sores we can learn a lot of our inner being 😊. Take care and stay safe dearest 🙏💖

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      • You are so right, Aladin. Confronting our inner demons and fears are the hardest lessons to learn and be honest with. I hope you are keeping safe amidst this surreal situation we are in. Take care xx

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