In two weeks I leave for Italy for my birthday trip with my parents. It should definitely be interesting, and so many people have asked me why I'm doing a trip with them, rather than the previously suggested trip to Vegas.
Simply put, I need to make some memories.
You see, the idea of parental mortality has become an all-too-real thought for me. Ever since ma's open heart surgery, I have become obsessed with making sure that I am prepared for the day that they won't be here any more.
I want tons of pictures. Lots of videos. And just memories that will last me through the rest of my life without them. It's depressing, I know, but I'm all too aware of the reality of mortality.
When my cousin died we held on to every piece of him that we could. Voicemails, photos, videos. I have very few photos of he and I, and because I lived so far away, my memories are limited as well. For a very long time I didn't like to talk about my memories of him because I worried they would get diluted or overshadowed by someone else's.
I don't want to worry about that when my parents pass away.
To prevent that from happening I'm preparing for two weeks with ma and pa Dias. I figure, at the very least, I'll get a few good stories and a million memories. Ma and I have never been, so it should be pretty freaking cool.
And yes, I'm sorry I was born in January when things won't be quite as pretty, but fuck it, we're going to Italy!
1 comment:
Fuck it, indeed. You're going to Italy. Who cares what time of year it is, it will be beautiful, memorable and amazing. Also, word of advice, check back into this blog posting when you're one week in and you think you're going to kill your parents because you have to spend two glorious weeks in Italy compromising on what to see and do. You'll love it but you'll need a reminder why you love it.
-R
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