I own it.

Image from The Road to Me

What you own belongs to you and if it does then you can do with it what you like.  This is a good way to deal with sadness.

Sadness isn't always a bad thing.  Behind every sadness is always a story of loss but also of love.

Somewhere I read that if you feel grief then it's only because you have known love.  That is a really good thing.  Many people don't know love and, even worse, don't know how to love. 

Pieces of April

With April just over, the song title came to my mind.  I grew up with this song in my youth.  Just found it on Youtube and it made me smile.  

April was an ordinary month, marked only by the death of a beloved uncle, Rufino Soliano.  

He was the eldest in a family of nine children and the only sibling who was older than my dad, who also passed away almost twenty-seven years ago.  

When I reconnected with Uncle Rufi, after too many years of not meeting up, the bond was instantaneous for me. Whether we realise it or not, it's the blood that we share.  

I will miss him and every time I hear this beautiful song, I shall think of him.