August 10, 2010

Trip to Serbia

Posted in Family, Friendships, Home, Serbia, Travel tagged , , , , at 5:14 pm by Liliana

My father in Serbia - August 2010

My father in Serbia - August 2010

My father has not visited Serbia in over twenty years.

Last week, he and my step-mother (Nana) took the long trip from Florida to Belgrade. It took a lot of courage on my father’s part to fly in an airplane. He hates to fly.

Also, as much as one yearns to see the people one loves, the longer one stays away, the harder it is to go back.

My father is seventy seven years old. He is not in best health, and his heart is not very strong. We all worried about his ability to handle the intensity of emotion that would flood him as soon as he stepped off the airplane.

So far, he and Nana are doing great. They went to a huge, old fashioned wedding that my father’s entire village attended (close to four hindered people!) They danced, sang songs, and partied with young and old.

They saw family, and old friends. They met children who were born since they left. They went to the cemetery to visit those who had departed.

And when I saw this picture of my father’s face, I knew that he was where he needed to be.

I hope that it will be a wonderful trip.

4 Comments »

  1. Miša said,

    Tata lepo i srećno izgleda.
    Deluje kao da mu je ovo bilo zaista potrebno…

    Nadam se da će period POSLE moći dobro da pregura, jer će ga TEK TADA okupirati neka suštinska i nostalgijom pokrenuta pitanja.

    Srećno i svako dobro!
    Miša

    • Liliana said,

      Hvala, Miso! I ja se nadam da ce ovaj put biti dobar za tatu. Posle ce moci da razmislja o svemu dugo vreme.
      I ja vama zelim sve najbolje. Ljilja

  2. tall penguin said,

    What a touching post.

    “We all worried about his ability to handle the intensity of emotion that would flood him as soon as he stepped off the airplane.”

    It’s amazing what the human heart can hold.

    • Liliana said,

      You are right – the human heart can hold more than we can ever know. Sometimes it seems as strong as a rock. At other times is is as fragile as a flower petal.


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