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Thursday, December 12, 2024
Market Days and Memories: Shopping for Sana in Italy
Italy has always held a special charm for me, not just for its breathtaking landscapes and rich culture but for the little experiences that make life here so special. One of those is the weekly markets—vibrant, bustling spaces where vendors sell everything from clothes and shoes to housewares. In the past, Thursday mornings meant an exciting trip to these markets, a ritual of sorts that Sana and I loved.
Today, we decided to revisit this tradition. As we approached the market, the familiar sounds and sights brought a flood of memories rushing back. Sana, my baby, adored these markets. She had an innate knack for finding treasures amidst the chaos, an avid shopper at heart who loved the thrill of a good deal. Her slim frame meant she never had trouble finding clothes that fit her perfectly, and her sharp eye always gravitated toward the best picks.
But today, every step through the market felt heavy. Every stall I passed, every dress I touched, I thought of Sana. She was always on my mind during trips like these. I would shop for her, picking out pieces I knew she’d love or things I thought would suit her best. She had this way of knowing exactly what I’d like too. I can still hear her voice teasing me as she’d hold up a dress or a scarf and roll her eyes, saying, “Mom, this is just your style. I know you’ll like it.” And she was always right.
The sadness of realizing I’ll never share another shopping trip with her is overwhelming. It’s these simple, everyday moments I miss the most—the laughter, the shared excitement over a great find, her radiant smile when she came across something she truly loved.
After the market, we stopped for lunch. Italy’s food scene is another thing Sana loved. Pizza, gelato, pasta, coffee, desserts—she savored it all with the enthusiasm of someone who truly appreciated the little joys in life. Every bite I took reminded me of her. I remembered how she’d finish two scoops of gelato with ease, her eyes twinkling as she sat at the table, chatting animatedly with Maya and Luigi during our last trip.
Sana had a childlike charm that endeared her to everyone, especially kids. I remember her giggling at the gelato store, her joy so infectious it lit up the entire place. Her carefree, lighthearted nature made her a magnet for happiness. Sitting here now, surrounded by all these familiar things, it’s hard to grasp that she’s gone.
This trip to Italy is filled with echoes of her. Everywhere I go, every little thing I do, I’m reminded of her presence, her laughter, her love for life. The market, the gelato, the clothes—everything is tied to her in some way.
Sana, my angel, you are in everything I see, everything I do. This journey, like so much of my life, is for you. While the sadness is profound, I also feel a sense of closeness to you, knowing that I am walking the paths you once did, carrying your spirit with me. This trip is a tribute to the beautiful person you were and the love you continue to inspire in me.
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