I have the certainty that the place you see as the background, is not other place than the place where all the people we loved are. When I think of him and I feel like crying I put this photograph in my mind and then my tears stop running because I know that he , and all the people that has left us, live on a place far more beautiful than ours where suffering is not part of their vocabulary. Maybe I've cried and I'll keep crying his abscence, but I stop everytime I think how thankful I'm that God allowed me to be part of the same space, same place and same family than him... Cousin: Save me a place next to you, grandma and HIM.
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