Al mio caro Cipollone
There once was a lady who frequently went
to the gym. She was a fitness and health fanatic. A man of Italian descent
chatted to her, he told her he was training to walk the Camino Santiago in
Spain. Being a hiker herself, this sparked her interest. The man intended his Camino
to be a religious pilgrimage, but If he touched on religious matters, the lady
would warily eye him, she was there for a workout, not for a sermon. At
that stage she and her family had stopped going to church, and her faith had started
to wane.
The man, who was 69 years old, wrote a book
about his 800 kilometre pilgrimage when he returned.
With time their friendship grew. By the time the lady was diagnosed with an incurable
degenerative disease, Multiple System Atrophy, she realized only God could walk
her through this fire. Her friend, a sage, became one of her spiritual advisers. They
soon discovered they share a love for the same music, and had similar life
philosophies. When he told her about his interesting family history during
World War 11, she said he had as many interesting layers as an onion. He said he would call her Cipollina (little onion), and said from then on she should address him as Cipollone (big onion). And that is what we called each other to this day.
But Cipollina started losing her layers.
First she lost the layers of dancer, gym instructor, and hiker.
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| On the Whale trail 2007 |
As time went by
Cipollina became less proficient at housekeeping. The hostess who loved to cook
and bake disappeared.
The Cipollina who was interested in current affairs died
when she lost the ability to page through the newspaper. When her boys come to
visit, this Cipollina can no longer treat them with baked goods or special
dishes, they have to cook for her now. Gone was Cipollina the gardener,
the Cipollina who was the planner and traveller to faraway places, went with her.
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| Epupa Falls, Kunene river, on the northern border of Namibia |
Where Cipollina took care of others in the past, carers now take care of
her of every need. Her curriculum vitae is blank.
Stripped from all protective layers, with no more social titles, she asks;"Is my life worth anything?"
Her Heavenly Father answers" I paid for you with my
Son, therefore your life has inestimable value my child."
1 Corinthians 6:20
"You were bought at a price."