The beach umbrella

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The umbrella: meditation on love

But what actually is love?

They've been trying to explain it for millennia, and just as long trying to figure it out.

I think I understood it. Not today, not on October 17, 2020, but during these 14 years spent together with Eugenio, with Francesca, with Giuseppina.

Love is that invisible thread with which you bind yourself to your children, to your wife, to life, to God.

Eugenio and I had and have a double-stranded, intertwined, indissoluble bond, so thick that neither time nor space will ever be able to break it.

That's why today I feel this emptiness, this hole, that takes everything from me.

It's like the hole for an umbrella: the more you turn, the more time passes, the bigger the hole becomes, the hole becomes an abyss.

For my children I have always been the friend, the brother, the sister, the clown, the laughing stock, the leader, the captain, the leader, the warm blanket, the soft pillow, the umbrella, the screen, the shield , the needle of the scale, the column, the guide.

And all this has always made me the happiest man on earth: being the focus of my children's lives.

I have always taught them to love life, taste it, savor it slowly, savor it.

In Eugenio's life the 2 common threads have always been family and faith.

Now, even now, family and faith are the tracks of his new life.

The family he found is immense: new friends, relatives near and far, aunts, uncles, grandparents.

Faith: well, you can experience it first-hand.