Sunday night. I talk to my parents' house. My mom answered.
After the talk light of one thing and another, decides to give me the news: my uncle, who was also my godfather, died on Saturday.
The feeling I have is very strange. On the one hand, it hurts me that people wanted me most during my childhood, is dead today.
other hand, gives me peace of mind that someone who made my mother suffer so much, and will not make it because he is dead today.
For another, destroys me that my mom is so sad at the death of his brother.
Death is something to what I have no answer, I have no clever words to say, I have no argument to remove the pain.
do not drive. Simply do not know what to say. Do not know what to say to myself. Rest
therefore Godfather.
Meanwhile, I'll be here, trying to define how I feel ...
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