I lost my mother to cancer in 2004.
My dad died the year after.
Yesterday we lost Uncle Erasmo...
I read in some German movie review the other day: Leben heisst sterben lernen. Living means learning to die.
I wonder if those lessons ever get us ready for it? I remember the white shores that Gandalf in Lord of Rings talks about...Some people call the white shores heaven, I suppose. I hope to find you there when it's my time to go.
We miss you all terribly!
