“Love, love is a verb.
Love is a doing word.”
Teardrop by Massive Attack
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Danalisa at the Museo di Leonardo |
Since Dan was diagnosed with brain cancer, we have been forced to
look at life differently. And
though we all would have preferred to never learn these “truths” in this way,
we cannot deny them. To me the
most profound lesson revolves around the word “love”.
It is easy to say you “love” someone or something.
For instance I love chocolate
cake.
I adore it so much,
that in our home it is often used as a measure for the
amount of love I feel.
My daughter has been hearing, since her forced entrance into this world,
that I love her “more than chocolate cake.” My already unnatural love of
cacao
has been intensified due to this
crazy diet that deprives me of my pastry
passion.
But using the word “love”
for cake, shoes, movies and
band members (lots of teens in our house) has
weakened the true meaning.
The actions of those around us have been
a reminder of what the word “love” means. And yes, Massive Attack was right,
the word “love” is a
verb.
It is something you
do.
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Awesome Mahl stick built by my brother |
When you truly love, it is not easy. It is a sacrifice: Of time. Of money.
Of dreams. Of assumptions. This
sacrifice is made with a smile and a sense of being made whole instead of
feeling as if you have left something behind. There is no loss in the act of true love but we do not KNOW
this until we experience it and stepping out to experience it takes great
bravery.
Thank you for your bravery.
Friends and family, with no extra money, have given
us money. My brother spent many hours
late into the evening making an art tool (mahl stick) for Dan that is worthy of
the
Museo di Leonardo da Vinci in Florence. He has a full time job and two small
children.
His wife, in turn,
loved him and
us by picking up the slack in their home to allow him time to
build.
Many of Dan’s friends have
demanding jobs that already require more time in the day than they can
physically give.
They still showed
up at the hospital and our home to spend time just talking, knowing the work
would be double when they returned.
Family members dropped everything immediately while Dan was still in the
emergency room and drove for over six hours just to be with us.
My sister got a cryptic call that said,
“Dan is in the emergency room.
Please get Illiana (our daughter) and take care of her” Done.
No questions asked.
These are just a
few examples of the “love” we experience every day.
The School of Cancer sucks. The administration is unfair. The bathrooms have no toilet paper and the lunches taste like
crap. At least we have good
teachers…no we have GREAT teachers!
Thank you for teaching us the true definition of LOVE. I would have preferred to learn this
lesson in a little easier way but isn’t that how all students feel?
Rhonda