We live in times where even sacred things have become shallow, practical and done for an interest. Society tends to become more and more cynical about things. Pre-nuptials are a popular thing these days. Couples do background investigations on each other before making any commitments. More and more of my friends are either separated, divorced or in artificial marriages. And it’s all norm it’s OK, we got used to it. Just part of reality.
Sometimes, when I am with my sister Barbara and her husband Davide I pause and think about their marriage. They deeply and genuinely love each other. When they are not together I can see from their faces that their minds are on each other. Their souls are truly united. They are “ONE”.
My sister was diagnosed with stage IV cancer 3 years ago. Since that terrible day, Davide has been on her side. He has not missed a single day of chemo with her or a doctor’s visit. When cancer patients are under heavy chemo treatment their auto-immune system is very weak, and a simple cold could kill them. Davide drove Barbara to work and picked her up every day, in order to minimize the risk of her catching germs on public transportation.
Davide was put to the test at some point. I can’t expand too much on this, but he had to choose between his wife wellbeing, at one end, and putting at risk things that were dear and important to him, at the other. He chose Barbara without any hesitation.
His mission is to keep her happy and excited every day until this terrible ordeal is over. Quite often he turns into a comedian to keep my sister’s beautiful laugh alive. They live like a normal couple, and sometimes they fight over normal things. But nothing ever stains the strength and purity of their marriage.
I recently wrote a poem called “The Dove”. In “The Dove” a man sees a dove flying behind a glass. He breaks the glass to reach her, without fearing pain and consequences. The dove flies over his hands and lays there. His blood is over her and the white, the purity, of her feathers and soul, penetrate his soul.
Barbara and Davide are a true inspiration to me and they make me still believe in a thing of the past called “Love”.
The Dove: http://sites.google.com/site/risersserengeti/dove
Sometimes, when I am with my sister Barbara and her husband Davide I pause and think about their marriage. They deeply and genuinely love each other. When they are not together I can see from their faces that their minds are on each other. Their souls are truly united. They are “ONE”.
My sister was diagnosed with stage IV cancer 3 years ago. Since that terrible day, Davide has been on her side. He has not missed a single day of chemo with her or a doctor’s visit. When cancer patients are under heavy chemo treatment their auto-immune system is very weak, and a simple cold could kill them. Davide drove Barbara to work and picked her up every day, in order to minimize the risk of her catching germs on public transportation.
Davide was put to the test at some point. I can’t expand too much on this, but he had to choose between his wife wellbeing, at one end, and putting at risk things that were dear and important to him, at the other. He chose Barbara without any hesitation.
His mission is to keep her happy and excited every day until this terrible ordeal is over. Quite often he turns into a comedian to keep my sister’s beautiful laugh alive. They live like a normal couple, and sometimes they fight over normal things. But nothing ever stains the strength and purity of their marriage.
I recently wrote a poem called “The Dove”. In “The Dove” a man sees a dove flying behind a glass. He breaks the glass to reach her, without fearing pain and consequences. The dove flies over his hands and lays there. His blood is over her and the white, the purity, of her feathers and soul, penetrate his soul.
Barbara and Davide are a true inspiration to me and they make me still believe in a thing of the past called “Love”.
The Dove: http://sites.google.com/site/risersserengeti/dove
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