Previous Entry | Next Entry
	July 1st, 2006
	I stand on the balcony off of the little room where I grew up. It's a clear summer day. The cool wind has lifted the smog and now I can see the mountain, the two towers of the Cathedrale (which have been under construction ever since I can remember), the ugly factory chimney, the new buildings which I don't recognize... So much have changed. I came back home after a long time. I am a grown-up now. I used to stand on this balcony, look at the old City and dream. I dreamed about the future, about possibilities that laid in front of me. I would crank up my old stereo in my room and let the music take me into the worlds I knew nothing about. And now, as I stand on the same spot I can hear my three boys playing behind me in the room where I grew up, where I spent so many days and nights studying, doing my homework, practicing piano, learning words of the songs, or lines of my plays (and of course where I giggled with my girlfriends or chatted on the phone with boyfriends). I feel tremendous sadness as I look into the distance, at the foothills of the mountain, trying to locate a place where my Dad's hospital is. I go there every day. I spend time with him, I hold his hand, I tell him I love him. That's all I can do. The rest is in God's hands. My Dad taught me how to sing and how to share what I have been given. He taught me to always give of myself with love (and not for gain). His music shaped me into the artist I am today. I will pass on the legacy onto my children and hope that they will then, pass it on to theirs. Without prayers of so many of you I know, this time would be much harder to go through than it already is.   Thank you.		The two towers of Zagreb Cathedrale. Forever under construction.
			Jelacic plac. The heart of Zagreb.
	All Entries