One sad day

 

It’s a sad day today. Yesterday I’ve lost one important pillar of my early existence. My dear uncle... brings me back to an age when everything used to be more colorful and more musical.

... when lost in my thoughts, pains and unanswerable questions as a kid I found my refuge listening to and later playing classical music. And yet my passion could never be shared with anyone in my family. I was totally alone, in fact I always felt like this passion of mine was yet another thing keeping me apart from my family; father millions of miles away, mother at least doing her best, brother... light years in some galaxy far, far away.

My uncle was different. He fed my passion for classical music, he spoke my language, he was able to value this side of me, grow it, and I was always happy to visit him, being lectured on the finest musicians and composers from a more glorious and creative past, listening to music for hours, finally being with someone I could share my passion with. One of my favourite "games" was to sit on a chair in his living room and listen to music with him. Few remember that. Few can understand that.

I could describe him with his favourite symphonies and I will now always feel his presence every time I will listen to those symphonies. Music will always be our language, and I will cherish forever every concert we’ve been to, together, each one listening with closed eyes, dreaming to travel to peaceful lands transported by the notes and their beautiful waves. And every time feeling like music had the power to make our world a little better.

Thank you. Thank you, "zio", for having been way more than just an uncle and godfather to me. I couldn't be more honoured to have been a little part of your life. We'll all miss you dearly.