In The Shade Of The Tree

What remains of us after we disappear? What we took and received passes on to others – and paradoxically, it is what we gave, which remains ours forever.

It took the death of my father for me to finally understand what seems obvious to me today. While receiving condolences, everything that his humility and modesty had hidden from us came to light. His patients taught us a lot about this man with whom we had lived for decades.

In the shade of the tree, no one can see its height.