It has been a long and tiring ten days, filled with visits by my cousin and friends. Spent almost a week in toronto and the Niagara falls region, then, after the two friends who flew half way around the world left, I came back to Montreal with my cousin, and began showing her around my home town. Its not been the easiest couple of days, especially trying to coordinate the likes and schedules of several people at once. There were tensions and moments I asked myself why I even put myself in another situation of trying to arrange travels of so many people at once, but at the end of the day, it was nice seeing old friends and good to show them the country live in with a bit of pride.
Yesterday, I took my cousin to Quebec city, a complete surprise, as all I said to her was pack her bags for the day. Even half an hour after we arrived , she somehow had no clue where we were and for some reason thought we were in Ottawa... It was hilarious how some people can be so unaware of their surroundings, even when on the train there were signs and announcements that we had arrived in Quebec!
It's been really pleasant showing my cousin around, as everything seems to fascinate her , especially the history and arts and culture of this region of the world. She's forever had this dream of moving abroad, and even has the professional training to do so, but due to language barriers has not been able to do so. As I told her, if there is anything I could do to help, i would.
She is like the little sister I've never had, the sibling I've always wanted... Even yesterday, when we were outside , I called my own brother just to say hello... What he showed me was this surly and irritated face, such an attitude of contempt and irritation. I hung up the phone and nearly burst out crying... My own brother, yet so little understanding or willingness to undrrstand or know about my life and what I'm doing...
It has also very difficult at times retracing steps I took with mum three years ago in 2011. Literally, as I took my cousin through the old city of Quebec, as we walked down those cobble stone paths and walked past the restaurants and cafes, it was as if I was walking down memory lane. Memories of mum and I were everywhere to be found, around every corner... The hotel we stayed at, the ferry ride I took at night by myself to have just a little time to myself, the walls of the old city I climbed with her, the restaurant where we had exquisite food and coffee, and when I did not even flinch to order the best (and often most expensive) dishes, because I wanted her to have the best this world could offer. At that time, and how fortunate I am to have the means to do so, money was not a consideration. Making sure she was comfortable, that she enjoyed herself and forgot all about the torments of hospital beds and chemo was what mattered most.
It was such a beautiful trip, and showing my cousin around remineded me so much of those few weeks mum was here with me. I took care of mum so well, just as I am taking care of my cousin. I remember mum saying she felt so blessed and happy here (despite the first days at my home when she and I had a terrible falling out over my sexuality...). It was lovely to show mum around, to show off the beauty and culture this country has to offer. It was extremely important, for her and for me I think, for it was a way to reassure her that I am in a safe and beautiful environment so that she needs not worry about my future whenever that day came when she is no longer around...
Sure enough, she is no longer around, and here I still am, living in the same home and in the same country as the one mum and I visited three years ago... same place, same little lanes and alleyways and gelato parlours, same field where mum stood and called my brother in Europe, yet this time around so terribly empty.
Terribly empty...
It feels so alien and bizarre three years later to return to the same place and yet mum is no longer physically with me. Part of me feels bitter, like I am waking from a cruel dream that seemed too real and too wonderful. Part of me feels blessed and fortinare to have made such memories all on my own... Images of my brother's sour looking face and annoyed attitude just made me feel so alone in the world.
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