A weekend necessary but uncomfortable. A family trip. New roads and new route, as usual ... but not quite. New feelings to mingle with old feelings. At the boundary between memory and the memories, between what was and what could be. "Driven by love or duty? Perhaps in the background is partly the same? Impossible to know. Rationally inexplicable force us there. There, a small town that is also part me, despite many years ago not to visit. Old
known to many for me and have no name, and his face is a dim memory. The feelings are mixed and inwardly feel something strong and indefinable. He also reunited with an old friend who shows remain so despite the passing years. Maybe things were more than I initially thought ... New
farewell funeral Mass, more hard and difficult than the last. Here are the ashes of my mother. In the common place of the ancestors of the family. His farewell is finally reunited with the earth in every sense of the word and with his family. As the cycle of life. Like everything. As ourselves.
We continue the cycle of life. Payo de Ojeda, July 17, 2010.
known to many for me and have no name, and his face is a dim memory. The feelings are mixed and inwardly feel something strong and indefinable. He also reunited with an old friend who shows remain so despite the passing years. Maybe things were more than I initially thought ... New
farewell funeral Mass, more hard and difficult than the last. Here are the ashes of my mother. In the common place of the ancestors of the family. His farewell is finally reunited with the earth in every sense of the word and with his family. As the cycle of life. Like everything. As ourselves.
We continue the cycle of life. Payo de Ojeda, July 17, 2010.
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