On June 25, that last Friday was my birthday.
Damn, this year 29 ... and no one is spared let me see.
Heck I still remember when I was the brat of the group and all looked at me with a certain envy .... maybe now I can understand what they were thinking!
's birthday is always a strange day for me, there is no justification due over the years but I seem to remember that always.
On Monday, four days before the celebrations, while I was in Milan for business, she left my aunt, my Aunt Anna.
No words, no stories, but she went away the desire to celebrate and smile.
Funerals are a bad thing for everyone, and I, to her, I knew I wanted to be near her, I realized that it is important to keep in life the hand of the suffering and find the courage (which I did not) to support and assist a loved one even if the road do not have a way back. Maybe this birthday
helped me to understand that from this point of view, apart from the 29 written near the pink candle, I'm still a girl.
those suffering in silence, that which continues to play, singing, away from the people who weep ... and pretending that nothing has happened.
A child who is afraid .. to understand that life brings, but that life away.
After these words, that maybe I had a great desire to write, I would like to thank those who woke up that day with the desire to see me smile.
with the heart. Eli
