Giving Without Asking For Anything In Return

Another Month Without Christina

Today marks another month without Christina’s physical presence. Yet, her absence does not mean her influence has faded. Much like a timeless piece of music composed centuries ago, Christina’s legacy continues to echo in our lives—subtle, enduring, and deeply felt. What she gave us remains, even as we move through time, until one day we, too, join her.

Is the world better off because Christina lived in it? The answer doesn’t lie in praise or recognition, but in the quiet ways she made life better for those around her—often without them even realizing it. I know I wouldn’t be here writing these words if not for the life she shared with me. Our children wouldn’t be who they are—their strength, their kindness, their boundless potential—all of it rooted in what their mother gave them. Christina gave us her essence, expecting nothing in return.

How many lives are still touched by her dedication, her efforts, her love for the things she did so well?

There are many stories in my blog that remain unfinished. But today, this is the story I needed to tell. At noon, I visited “The Rock,” where her physical remains rest. After a moment of silence, we had our usual “conversation,” and then I returned home.

One of Christina’s favorite pieces of music was Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D minor. We have a keyboard at home where I can play a few passages, and when I play, I play for her. One day, I’ll learn the piano properly so I can play the entire piece, just for her.

If you’re reading this, take a moment today to listen to that piece. Play it for Christina, and join us as the music plays.

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The Planner 00Iren

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