I miss you, dad
The text in the picture says the following:
15 January 1977 - or how I started to come into existence (my parents' wedding day, my mom was pregnant with my brother at that point)
Much-appreciated architect - The Institute of Architecture Design in Brăila
I miss him. A lot. I love the picture where he holds me or tickles me. I apparently called him ”mom” when I was still learning to talk and name things. And I still regret things I cannot tell him anymore… There is another life, another kind of ”well-being” after being bereaved… It’s just really arduous for me to find them.
For a very long time, I said that there is no “at home” for me any longer. Until I realized that there’s no need for an actual place labeled “home”, and that certain people mean that to me… even if some of them are no longer present in person with us, that’s all.
Barbu Virgil Traian (28 May 1950 - 07 October 1998)