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I thought a lot about whom I would like to be with for the last time in a room, from the “lost” person group. A group that I’m sorry to say lately increased exponentially.
It took me quite a long time but then all of a sudden while looking out of the window and smelling the sea breeze mixed with the odour of wet soil I remembered someone who has so profoundly touched my heart. A person that eventually has marked my life.

She was an old school village teacher who was our neighbour at my parents’ house. She lived with her widowed sister in a country house with a big orchard at the rear end that confined with my parents’ garden.

Well I had quite a lonely childhood and I always wanted to escape from my mother’s presence, so I used to go to her house seeking shelter. She taught me to get in touch with the natural world around me while my mother kept me on a strict diet of school grammar and catholic teachings.

Through her I learnt to touch the soil, feel it grumble under your fingers and smell its characteristic aroma, peculiar to every season. I’ve learnt some traditional herbal remedies and the joy of cooking inspired through spices (I keep treasured her cooking recipes photocopied). She instilled in me the passion for alternative medicine…a passion that has become my living or nearly.
If I had just one more time to be with her in this physical dimension I would just ask her to put on the cooker our typical spiced coffee of my native country, feel the fragrance fill my lungs and the joy of being back home.

I would ask her to go for a walk in the orchard and fields. To walk by the trees in blossom and check if everything is fine. To make sure the planted seeds are cosy due to the recent unexpected bad weather. To look at the sky and see what kind of shape the clouds have and cast a weather forecast. To cut some leaves from the medicinal plants to cure my cold. To listen again to those words filled with hard earned wisdom.

At the end, sitting on the brick bench near the well looking on the fields I would tell her bits and pieces of my life abroad. Of how I continued studying something she has instilled delicately but indelibly in my heart. I would tell her that finally I found myself but doing so I had to renounce living in my country and amongst its vivid colours and heady scents.
At the end I would just look in her eyes and thank her of being always a welcoming home and a place where I just simply could be who I am. I would hug her tight, something I’ve never done and smiling I would ask her why she never married.

And as for the fair well part, I would tell her that I know she is always with me because most of the things I do today I could trace them back to those special moments in life we have shared. I would ask her to bless me and help me whenever I can’t find my way in the rough meadows of life.