🇵🇹 Português:
Hoje faz dois meses que a avó Margarida partiu.
Hoje também foi entregue a chave da casa da Holanda, uma casa cheia de infância, memória, família e amor. Uma casa onde ficou guardada uma parte enorme daquilo que sou.
Há vidas que não cabem num post. Há rotinas, músicas, cuidados, frases, brincadeiras, manhãs e noites que só quem viveu entende verdadeiramente.
Cuidei dela com amor, presença e uma entrega que me transformou. Aprendi a cuidar com ela e por ela, bem além do que algum dia imaginaria. Talvez essa tenha sido uma das minhas maiores homenagens: estar lá, acompanhar, cuidar e tentar devolver um pouco do amor com que também fui criado.
Hoje pensei nela, no avô Madaíl, e na casa onde tanta coisa começou, incluindo artisticamente para mim.
Disseram-me uma coisa que me ficou: se eles estivessem cá, ou onde quer que estejam agora, queriam que fôssemos felizes e realizados. E talvez a melhor homenagem, depois de tudo o que foi vivido e cuidado, seja precisamente essa: continuar a viver, criar, amar, encontrar paz e procurar ser feliz.
A vida é também um exercício de desapego. Mas há pessoas que nunca saem realmente de nós. Mudam apenas de lugar. O vínculo fica para sempre.
Hoje sinto-os mais longe no mundo físico, mas mais guardados em mim.
Obrigado, avó Margarida. Obrigado, avô Madaíl. ❤
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🇬🇧 English:
Today marks two months since Grandma Margarida passed away.
Today, the key to the house in the Netherlands was also handed over, a house full of childhood, memory, family and love. A house where a huge part of who I am was kept.
There are lives that do not fit into a post. There are routines, songs, acts of care, phrases, jokes, mornings and nights that only those who lived them can truly understand.
I cared for her with love, presence and a devotion that changed me. I learned how to care with her and for her, far beyond anything I could ever have imagined. Perhaps that was one of my greatest tributes: being there, accompanying her, caring for her, and trying to give back a little of the love with which I was also raised.
Today I thought of her, of Grandpa Madaíl, and of the house where so much began, including, for me, artistically.
Someone once said something that stayed with me: if they were here, or wherever they may be now, they would want us to be happy and fulfilled. And perhaps the greatest tribute, after everything that was lived and cared for, is exactly that: to keep living, creating, loving, finding peace and trying to be happy.
Life is also an exercise in letting go. But some people never truly leave us. They only change place. The bond remains forever.
Today I feel them further away in the physical world, but more deeply kept within me.
Thank you, Grandma Margarida. Thank you, Grandpa Madaíl. ❤
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🇳🇱 Nederlands:
Vandaag is het twee maanden geleden dat oma Margarida is heengegaan.
Vandaag is ook de sleutel van het huis in Nederland ingeleverd, een huis vol jeugd, herinneringen, familie en liefde. Een huis waarin een groot deel van wie ik ben bewaard is gebleven.
Er zijn levens die niet in één bericht passen. Er zijn routines, liedjes, zorgen, zinnen, grapjes, ochtenden en avonden die alleen echt begrepen worden door wie ze heeft meegemaakt.
Ik heb voor haar gezorgd met liefde, aanwezigheid en een overgave die mij heeft veranderd. Ik heb leren zorgen met haar en voor haar, veel verder dan ik ooit had kunnen denken. Misschien was dat één van mijn grootste eerbetonen: er zijn, begeleiden, zorgen, en proberen iets terug te geven van de liefde waarmee ik zelf ook ben opgegroeid.
Vandaag dacht ik aan haar, aan opa Madaíl, en aan het huis waar zoveel begon, ook artistiek, voor mij.
Iemand zei iets tegen mij dat is blijven hangen: als zij hier nog waren, of waar ze nu ook mogen zijn, zouden ze willen dat wij gelukkig en vervuld zouden leven. Misschien is dat, na alles wat geleefd en verzorgd werd, de mooiste hommage: blijven leven, creëren, liefhebben, vrede vinden en proberen gelukkig te zijn.
Het leven is ook een oefening in loslaten. Maar sommige mensen verdwijnen nooit echt uit ons leven. Ze veranderen alleen van plaats. De band blijft voor altijd.
Vandaag voelen ze verder weg in de fysieke wereld, maar dieper bewaard in mij.
Dank je, oma Margarida. Dank je, opa Madaíl. ❤
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