Tale of a friend on 30/01/2008.
Fifteen years ago my father died of a terrible cancer of the pancreas. I was very close to him and I followed to the end, trying to comfort him and help him the best possible way, then went away and my life continued on its way.
After a year I was born a girl, healthy, happy and serene.
Even as a child played quietly in his room, alone if I may say so. Yes, because it felt really talking, laughing and when I asked who he was chatting with her she would reply, with the "grandfather". It 's true that he had seen in the picture, but he could describe very well. He had less than two years when he started playing with him. Initially, what I say a little upset, but with time I am reassured the contrary, I felt calm when in the kitchen, busy, felt the sneer and say: enough with his grandfather tickling. I knew it was well protected. A
five years however, we were in a cottage by the sea, at some point to me: Mom look at that lady there, near the fridge, of course I do not see anything, I pretended not to and so after a while I do not have most talked about.
a winter night I was with a friend to rispulciare old photos, a few years ago, my daughter is nearby and showed me a picture that reminds me of the lady who had seen the sea was the one in the photo.
Me and my friend we are silenced, the girl in the photo was our dearest friend died six years earlier.
Now that the baby has grown not play with anyone and I still did not ask for anything, also because I do not know if he remembers or has removed everything.
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