He does not die who does not forget...

When my son died many years ago, a topic I don't talk much about, what I felt at first was such a great pain that I define it as a deformed backpack, impossible to carry, to carry, that wouldn't let me breathe, to which I had to seek professional help, through therapy so that that deformity became a backpack that after many years I learned to carry to continue living, read, that it is still painful but when I look at it, I see it, I realize that I still carry it in my heart, in a different way, accommodate that " BACKPACK" and every day takes a different form that I can take to move forward.

I learned to love in life, and then to treasure that love in the memory of the heart. Sadness is valid as long as one learns to process it in order to remember how beautiful it was with our affection.

Feelings should always be expressed.

To remember our loved ones, who left this world, to the heavenly Eden, to the blue apartment with their best deeds. He does not die who does not forget.

There is nothing wrong with being sad when remembering the loved one, that person you love, because just that sadness and those tears that are shed are a tribute.

Many times we try to stop the feeling, thinking that being sad is bad, when in fact it is deeply healing to remember with nostalgia the beings we love.

I have never agreed with that saying that says "in bad weather, good face". For me, if there is bad weather, I put on a bad face, understanding that if it is bad, it is to last too long in that emotional state.

Remembering the things that we have lived, and have been lost, or loved ones that are no longer there, or loves that have already left, there is absolutely nothing wrong with them.

What he does have, and it is very negative, is to remain in a state with unpleasant emotions for a long time, because in this way we cannot move forward, once the grieving process has concluded.

My tears even after many years, are the most vivid honor when remembering my son, I cry, he smiled, I remember experiencing the transformation of that love.

It's very hard, it's not easy, to live without him every day. No one who has lived through this grieving process can know what it feels like.

Of course, I'm talking about my experience, grief, sadness in grief is very relative and is according to everyone's process, it's very personal, but for sure I can assure you that with professional help "therapy", it goes a little better. It forces those who live this process.

On the cover, my beloved mother 🌹 is still alive, at 86 years old, I miss her every day.

Janitze 🌹