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A magical day

Hope always prevail

The day started with the most human of feelings: that of our own mortality, through the rituals we arrange for our departed. From that helpless feeling came a hopeful one... and then we were searching  tombstones at the cemetery, looking for our loved ones..
It was noon, it was hot, and i’ve almost gave hope of finding them: “Lord, give me a pointing route to find them”, i said. Amid the flowers and shrubs, a monarch butterfly showed me the way... and we found them. Happiness and memories came back and mixed with the emotion of finding them. We relish in the moment in silence, and left.
Out to eat together, and reminiscing of our dear one. Funny stories, laughs. The dead are never gone, they are just around the corner, in our memories.
And tonight, as i lay down and read a story to my son, and sing a song to him,  familiar moments come to my mind, and the bliss of a sleeping child show me how simple happiness can be and how heavy of our own experiences it is. “Thank you God, for a wonderful day”, I uttered besides my sleeping child. “You are welcome”..He whispers back.

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