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Iolanda Scripca is a published poet, photographer, journalist,  and translator who lived in Eastern Europe for the first twenty four years of her life, in a loving family. Her mom was a teacher, a high school principal, and a cultural promoter. Her dad was a published novelist, poet and TV producer. An unforgettable moment was her collaboration with her Dad in the translation and adaptation of a children's book by the Bulgarian author Leda Mileva. She is a graduate of Foreign Languages and Literatures from the University of Bucuresti/Romania. Nowadays she enjoys Southern California and possesses a CA Teaching Credential from Chapman University. Ms. Scripca publishes in several Romanian-American Newspapers both in Romanian and English. "Lava Of My Soul" is her recently released collection of poems and essays which is available on her site:

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A Day In The Park With My Parents
Blog Posted:2/26/2013 9:50:00 PM

 

 The park was full of people today. I parked my car and headed towards the usually unoccupied, green picnic table...as if it were always
reserved for me and my parents. The pond next to it is an entire
Eco-system where Canadian ducks, Royal Geese, White pelicans and many
other birds live in an apparent harmony.

My parents and I prefer to sit on the same side of the table, facing the undulate,
unsettled waters...I usually sit in the middle, Mom to my left and
Dad to my right. 

Sometimes the same crazy, wounded seagull flies above us and lands on our table
staring at me but ignoring my parents.

After few minutes I sense my Dad standing and heading towards the walking
trail, the one that connects the steep hill with the unknown of the
cumulus forming high up.

Anda...” I heard my Mom whisper my name with the warmth of nostalgic memories “
your Dad wanted so badly to come  and visit you that Christmas...”

She explained how they went to the doctor and Dad shared his strong desire to see
me again for the Holidays.

The doctor told me” Mom's lips were moving in a slow motion  “ it was too risky for your dad to fly for such a long time in cold weather. ”

Why don't you wait for Spring, Mr. Scripca? It will be warmer that time of
year...” the Doc suggested.

Dad's telepathic desperation was reflecting into the doctor's pupils: “ I
have no more time, no more Springs...”

The following mornings (Mom recalled) Dad kept on waking up in panic,  full of
sweat.

What's wrong???” Mom cried worrisome...

My Dad's parents and brother, all dead, kept on coming in his dreams, night
after night, as if to guide him to that world we all hope it exists.

That Christmas Eve Dad left, wandering the streets full of lights and life behind closed windows and called me on the phone..

Merry
Christmas, Anduna (my Dad's nickname for me)!”

Hi, Dad!!!” my voice was trembling...

I could not come this Christmas, you know?”

I know Dad...I will see you in Spring!    Merry Christmas, Dad! I love you!”

It's snowing so hard out here and I have no candle to bring back to your
Mom”

What? Hello? Dad?” the reception went bad...

The only candle he could find that late Eve was of color … purple and Mom put it in
a drawer that night and forgot about it.

She never
suspected that she had to use it few days later, when Dad asked her
to go to the kitchen and bring him some napkins ( he didn't want her
to witness it)  and died...after 47 years together...

Mom, was it a heart attack  or a broken heart?”

I turned towards her, at the picnic table, facing the pond full of life...I
wanted to hug her tightly, in a never ending embrace but I could not
tell looking through the magnifying drops of my tears that I was
hugging only my Mom's Holographic image of her Soul impregnated with
the scent of unconditional motherly love.

I turned around and looked at the trail on the hill ending up in Heavens...the
cumulus clouds were raining my tears, erasing wandering footsteps and
penetrating cracks in the thirsty ground for, yet, another Spring of
our Lives...

copyright@iolandascripca2013








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  1. Date: 2/28/2013 8:24:00 PM
    Oh, Tim, my Dad was a wonderful Dad to me. I miss him so very much, my Momtoo!!! Yes, my Dad was handsome, energetic, talemted too...Thanks, dear, dear Friend!!!

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  1. Date: 2/28/2013 6:51:00 PM
    Oh mercy me Iolanda...this is mesmerizing and heartbreaking...you have absoutely NAILED it!...Reminds me so much of my own dad...handsome, energetic yet very humble and we had to watch him slowly deteriorate into a shell of what he once was...to my shame, I could not bring myself to visit him in his final days...I finally decided to drive up but got a call from my brother halfway there...thanks for this dear friend - Tim

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  1. Date: 2/28/2013 11:21:00 AM
    Thank you, dearest Carrie! I have been trying to post a photo to go with it but it was unsuccessful. I'll try again :) Best, Iolanda

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  1. Date: 2/27/2013 7:38:00 PM
    Such a heartfelt tribute of love and knowing. I do believe some people have a spirit of knowing when it is meant to be. Beautiful story, Iolanda.

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  1. Date: 2/27/2013 4:01:00 PM
    Thanks, Becca, David, and Seren!

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  1. Date: 2/27/2013 3:59:00 PM
    Thanks, Ruben. Your tears mean a lot to me...

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  1. Date: 2/27/2013 3:56:00 PM
    Yes, Andrea! My Dad was a published poet, novelist, script writer, and a TV producer....

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  1. Date: 2/27/2013 3:00:00 PM
    Oops! Somebody is crying here... I had to read it twice; you got me with the twist of your opening sentences. Very well done, Iolanda.

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  1. Date: 2/27/2013 2:47:00 PM
    wow, so sad. Your dad seemed to be very perceptive, was he always that way when you were growing up too, Iolanda? THis is so nice to learn about your parents.

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  1. Date: 2/27/2013 1:15:00 AM
    iolanda very good...David

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  1. Date: 2/26/2013 10:56:00 PM
    Iolanda that was wonderful. Sorry about your Tad, mine died a year ago. Miss him. Together with your Mam. A hug from Wales ....Seren

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