In such a moment of fatigue and suspension of time, all focused on the two moments that now punctuate my days: the two interviews daily with anesthetists and evening visit to Rudolph, who now usurps my aka, Sleeping Beauty in the hospital, I fill my time canning my house, to be able to tidy up. for a week as a live anesthetized, as though the drugs that flow through the veins of my daughter had also expanded to my bloodstream, my brain, my nerves.
But it was enough to start boxing photos to start listening. How many photos, from what I took away from my family of origin to those taken with my family. Many occasions, both large and small, official or not. There are photos of very young children, newborn, there are pictures taken at home in the afternoons in the winter while they were playing, absorbed or embraced their puppets. There are the holidays, only five of us or with friends, in many places in Italy and abroad. There are photos in which someone has a grudge or cry, but almost all are photos of smiling people, who are often hug or shake hands. There are photos
hermitage, again with many friends at the table and out, you were reading or playing football or chatting. There are photos with relatives, uncles, cousins, grandparents.
And slowly, as she put away this priceless treasure, I realized how beautiful my life, happy and full, and am grateful for everything, even for what is happening there now, because all those happy smiling faces and are still with us to fill us with love.
photo: my nephew, my sister and my mother.
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