This post was supposed to be written a year ago. It was long due, because I was not ready to write it, I skipped posting about so many other happenings.
With Covid slowing down, we took a trip to Romania, to visit our parents. First time when we would not visit and hug grandparents. Even now it’s surreal to think I won’t hug my grandma. And this made the trip to Romania extremely difficult. A year later, when I am writing this, I remember only parts of the trip. As protective mechanisms only kept a surface memory. So I’ll enumerate what I remember.
We arrived in Botosani first, so Marius can spend his birthday with his parents. Maybe those protection mechanisms also made me forget most of the visit ( l.o.l), but I do remember a visit to a historic site in Romania. A beautiful castle in ruins, holding the memory of Romanian heroes, battles lost and won. We followed with a visit to a museum of “Romanian village “, and it was relaxing to remember my childhood without the pressing memory of my Bunica’s passing.
And then we went to my side of the family. My mom with white hair, not dyeing after my bunica went to heaven.
