Oh Papi I really needed this one today ❤️🩹 and what a treasure to get to learn about your abuelito. Your love for him is resounding in your writing. May his memory be a blessing ❤️
Papi, your replies always feel like such genuine conversations that we all crave. In my own life and in being around others, it seems like we are always searching for the love/relationship that we did not receive from one or both of our parents. No matter how much love others give us, it's hard to recognize it. When someone gives us love, then we don't respect it because apparently it doesn't count because if they love us, then there is something wrong with them. We always want what we don't have. I don't know why. I don't even know how to articulate this phenomenon. It's like if we can just get the people who could never love us to love us then we would be happy and no one else will do because the ones who do love us aren't good enough. Because we missed out, we have this idealized love feeling in our emotions that no one can fill. We have to make our own choices on whether or not to be happy and accept and respect the love that is given to us. No love is perfect. No one is perfect. We can't go back and get the love we wanted as a child and no human can heal us. No human on this earth can be our savior.
My late aunt used to tell me that I cannot ask people to give what they don’t have. As I read your poignant tribute to your abuelito, I saw the way you began to appreciate and value what he gave to his whole family and you, in particular.
My mom passed away in August. She was the same age as your abuelito. I also tried to prepare myself for her absence during the last year. At first, I felt I could manage well, but T he grief appeared in small, unexpected moments. I may feel grounded one moment and tremble immediately after hearing a song or seeing an old photo. I sometimes regret that she and I did not share more special times, but know that we both did our best.
If I long for coffee, but all you have to offer is a rare, delicious tea, we will always feel disconnected. Unless I learn to like tea or you choose to make coffee, we cannot meet each other’s needs.
Thank you for always giving me a lot to ponder with your lovely writing.
The way you described the love that lives in the ordinary things made me cry. I think I really needed this reminder. I also couldn't help but think about how my dad would call that love "God." (I don't myself, but) I've always appreciated his insistence on seeing the divine in the mundane, and when it comes to love and loneliness I think it's a beautiful way of reconsidering what's around us.
Papi, I appreciate your sentiments so much. I think that we are always looking for what we didn't received from one or both of our parents and no amount of love from others seems to be enough. We have to choose to be enough for ourselves and relish the love we receive and give because no other human can be our savior. HUGS!
Oh Papi I really needed this one today ❤️🩹 and what a treasure to get to learn about your abuelito. Your love for him is resounding in your writing. May his memory be a blessing ❤️
Papi, your replies always feel like such genuine conversations that we all crave. In my own life and in being around others, it seems like we are always searching for the love/relationship that we did not receive from one or both of our parents. No matter how much love others give us, it's hard to recognize it. When someone gives us love, then we don't respect it because apparently it doesn't count because if they love us, then there is something wrong with them. We always want what we don't have. I don't know why. I don't even know how to articulate this phenomenon. It's like if we can just get the people who could never love us to love us then we would be happy and no one else will do because the ones who do love us aren't good enough. Because we missed out, we have this idealized love feeling in our emotions that no one can fill. We have to make our own choices on whether or not to be happy and accept and respect the love that is given to us. No love is perfect. No one is perfect. We can't go back and get the love we wanted as a child and no human can heal us. No human on this earth can be our savior.
My late aunt used to tell me that I cannot ask people to give what they don’t have. As I read your poignant tribute to your abuelito, I saw the way you began to appreciate and value what he gave to his whole family and you, in particular.
My mom passed away in August. She was the same age as your abuelito. I also tried to prepare myself for her absence during the last year. At first, I felt I could manage well, but T he grief appeared in small, unexpected moments. I may feel grounded one moment and tremble immediately after hearing a song or seeing an old photo. I sometimes regret that she and I did not share more special times, but know that we both did our best.
If I long for coffee, but all you have to offer is a rare, delicious tea, we will always feel disconnected. Unless I learn to like tea or you choose to make coffee, we cannot meet each other’s needs.
Thank you for always giving me a lot to ponder with your lovely writing.
The way you described the love that lives in the ordinary things made me cry. I think I really needed this reminder. I also couldn't help but think about how my dad would call that love "God." (I don't myself, but) I've always appreciated his insistence on seeing the divine in the mundane, and when it comes to love and loneliness I think it's a beautiful way of reconsidering what's around us.
I have literally set a monthly reminder to come back and re-read this.
I felt a deep recognition in this letter & your reply means a lot, thank you for putting your words out into the world.
Papi, I keep thinking about this letter and your response. I know I will come back to it again. Thank you.
That's beautiful. Condolences on your abuelito's passing.
Papi, I appreciate your sentiments so much. I think that we are always looking for what we didn't received from one or both of our parents and no amount of love from others seems to be enough. We have to choose to be enough for ourselves and relish the love we receive and give because no other human can be our savior. HUGS!