Today I woke up early. It was 8:30 and time effectively as I wanted, very much, but I had no sleep, so I got up and down in the living room where Dad was beautiful magnificence on the couch while his mother was in the bathroom. With my beautiful dressing gown (with devils zodiac) and Betty Boop slippers, I waited. I had to give her a birthday present. Yes, yes, today celebrated its ... years and we thought well to give her a new phone because it was his wish. Very pretty and easy to use (you know that Nokia are samples of simplicity).
After my usual briochina with nutella, I got to get ready, because I had to pick up her grandmother in a nursing home and bring it to mass. Fortune wanted half an hour before the Mass began today, just as I was going to take pasasse the foot race with her nice big group compact, and grandmother to 9.45 still not dressed. So I had to accompany her in the room, choosing what to put and try to understand me (he has some problems with hearing - is deaf - but on the other hand I get so in 90 years!). And to make matters worse, the doctor advised me to watch her, because she was not very good, but stubborn as it has decided to still go to Mass, because it must pray. They then sped to the village, towards the church, parked practically in it. Grandma came shortly after the bishop and to no avail my words and gestures to explain that today there was confirmation. But patience. I spent an hour and a half ended all outside waiting, listening to the songs of a chorus of voices and shrill Tremulant, chatting with someone who went out sick to smoke a cigarette and peering into the kids that I watched him grow from day to day. Ah, how time passes quickly.
Then I did something that I was not by much, at least my own free will. I went to the cemetery. I went on the grave of his grandfather and I found myself in him the same questions, the usual questions that 13-year wait for a response. Hey Grandpa, I remember very well that on May 26. I remember very well every moment and every word that was said. I remember the pain, the pang in my heart, despair when I was told the truth. And it was that day that something has changed inside me and made me miss the road, leaving me to fall into a void that I could not fill. How many times have you written, how many times you have been the hero of my themes and tasks in the classroom. I felt so repetitive, but I could not write more. I fell, I was raised, but have long been the one who claimed that he was falling and could not bear solitude. One year his grandfather, a year. I have not yet completely passed and I found out today. Even the usual question and still the pain mixed with anger. Why? I can not forgive you and maybe I can not ever do that at all. In my memory, though, that his grandfather is still alive than ever I was missing something. Grandfather who still lives in the middle of summer that drew me into the garden on the sled, that grandfather who always made me win at checkers and who spent the afternoon at the bar. That grandfather who was a landmark, but I failed suddenly. Your suffering is over, but you have inflicted many more, changing my, our lives.
many thoughts can go through your head in a short time and those memories can be awakened.
It was not a bad day, indeed. We celebrated Mom's birthday by Bibc. Ate at will, just drank and laughed even more. My mother was happy, smiling, to see her so relaxed and fills my heart with joy. Today even allowed me to arrange my hair! How many have been through and how many times I've criticized the behavior proud and stubborn. Yet we managed to find a balance and the bond that was never broken. It 'still my mom and no one will ever break the invisible umbilical cord that binds me to you again.
Therefore: BIRTHDAY MUM.
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