I think this will be the most personal and emotional post I’ve ever written. It’s not about our travels, is not about our driving or our online jobs. Is about the person that 38 years ago brings me to life: my mother. Why talk about her now and here? Because she always was part of our trip, supporting us even from distance and because now she took her last trip to a place that nobody describe as nobody never came back.
Probably everybody will say:”my mom is a special person”. I can say it too, but not just because was my mother, she was a special person for a lot of people. And I’m glad for that.
From the moment I can remember she always fight for the most important things in her life, her three children: Lalla, Jerry and me. Her treasure. Her everything. Her life.
Her life was full of action and emotion that inspire a lot of people around her. She was always in the first line for civil and human rights. Always. Some people use to say: “you don’t have to call her, we know she’ll be there!”. She always had a gigantic love for justice, not just for her, but for the entire world.
She gives lot of love and freedom to us, letting us chose for ourselves and be free to fail. After a fail we’ll know what not to do the next time. She let us explore and travel, without keeping us at home. She was always worried but she never show us, as was more important for her to know that we were happy.
“Resist, resist, resit” as written on a t-shirt she always wear. I’m honored, glad and in a way lucky to had a mother that transfused this ideals to me, that I can use and share in my life. It’s something that will be with me till the end of the day, every morning when waking up, every night when go to sleep.
One of my favorite memory about her is when we spent hours and hours in Tremalzo, playing cards out in the sun. The sound of the birds, the breeze of the Alps soft winds. In the same place, during summer, during a storm. In the bed, scared as hell from the thunders and mom hold me and hug me. Sometimes seems happened yesterday as the memories are so vivid and crystal clear.
Do I miss her? Yes, a lot. I’m glad that I’ve had the possibility to be with her till her last day, listen to her, help her, kiss her. I also know that no matter where I’ll be during my travel, from one side to the other of the ocean, I can just raise my eyes to the sky and I know she will be there for me.
Goodbye mom. You are loved and missed daily.