You probably didn't even realise I was gone. (I don't write much anyway ;) ).
In my absence..... in these weeks.... I went to England.... I kissed my brother "ARRIVEDERCI" (till I see you again).... and we buried him with his mother.
So here I am.... short of a brother .... or maybe just slightly more richer as he now lives in my heart.
Seeing him ..... still....not a smile... not a hug.... not hearing his laughter and seeing his big eyes looking at me was totally UNREAL. He had his Italian football shirt on. We put his favorite football scalves in his coffin with him.
I put a little rosary in his hands. It was kissed by all of us. Two very close BLM's also wanted me to hold it tight for them.... and that will forever remain with him in eternity.
On the day of his funeral.... there were SO many people there. This only confirmed what we thought of him. He was thoughtful, kind and loving.... and surely others thought that too.... or they would never had attended his funeral.
That whole day I kept looking at the front door thinking that he'd be walking through the door aksing what was going on.
I know he's gone.... and I miss him terribly.....but then I hear this little voice inside my head...HIS voice.... saying "OH MRIA! Yeah.... never MARIA.... MRIA! Don't be silly.... I'm not gone... I'm here! I'm always with you when you want me." Today I heard him say.... "Thea's beautiful. She's got beautiful wings.... she flies everywhere because she can't walk yet". I know.... I'm going mad! But I quite like this madness.

