Dear son...
If I get dirty when eating… if I can not dress… have patience. Remember
the hours I spent teaching it to you.
If, when I speak to you, I repeat the same things thousand and one times…
do not interrupt me… listen to me.
When you were small, I had to read to you thousand and one times the same
story until you get to sleep…
When I do not want to have a shower, neither shame me nor scold me…
Remember when I had to chase you with thousand
excuses I invented, in order that you wanted to bath…
When you see my ignorance on new technologies…
give me the necessary time and not look at me with your mocking
smile…
I taught you how to do so many things… to eat
good, to dress well… to confront life…
When at some moment I lose the memory or the
thread of our conversation… let me have the necessary time to remember… and if I
cannot do it, do not become nervous… as the most important thing is not my
conversation but surely to be with you and to have you listening to me…
If ever I do not want to eat, do not force me. I
know well when I need to and when not.
When my tired legs do not allow me walk...
…
give me your hand… the same way I did when you gave your first
steps.
And when someday I say to you that I do not want
to live any more… that I want to die… do not get angry… some day you will
understand…
Try to understand that my age is not lived but
survived
Some day you will discover that, despite my
mistakes, I always wanted the best thing for you and that I tried to prepare the
way for you..
You must not feel sad, angry or impotent for
seeing me near you. You must be next to me, try to understand me and to help me
as I did it when you started living.
Help me to walk… help me to end my way with love
and patience. I will pay you by a smile and by the immense love I have had
always for you.I love adore you, God bless you
