My friend’s father has passed away.

29/07/2026
Tags: Personal

Every time someone I know passes away, my thoughts go straight to my parents. News like that always hits me in a particular way: it reminds me how fragile time is and how precious the people I love really are. In those moments, my mind goes directly to them.

I know I’m lucky: my parents are still alive and well. It’s not something I take for granted, especially when I hear stories from people who have already had to say goodbye to their mum or dad. At the same time, living more than 1600 km away from them isn’t easy. There are days when the distance feels heavier: a family photo I’m not in, a celebration I can’t attend, a random Sunday when I wish I could just drop by for a coffee.

I often miss the simplicity of the small things: chatting in the kitchen, the jokes only we understand, the familiar habits that instantly make a place feel like home. When someone I know dies, all these little moments become sharper in my mind, as if my brain wants to remind me what really matters.

Luckily, we live in a time when distance is not only a matter of kilometers anymore. Thanks to the internet, we can see and hear each other often, almost as if we were in the same room. Video calls have become part of our routine: a quick message, a spontaneous call, a shared laugh through a screen. It’s not the same as hugging them in person, but it’s infinitely better than silence.

These days, I’m realizing how technology can also have a deeply human side. Behind every connection there’s a story, a relationship, a need to feel close to someone. And for that, honestly: thank you, internet.