Dear all friends of the blog, are
Paola, the daughter of Quinef and I'm here, after trying to absorb the immense sorrow for dad (do not know when I'll ever do that) to say thanks for all the words you left for him. You have accompanied at all times, more or less difficult, encouraging and smiling with him, ironically, though sometimes a bit 'sad, faced surgery and then all that came later. With you I spent most of his time here and there on the Internet looking for jokes or to propose ideas to share. Since he had the operation I have tried in every way, to inspire you to resume contact with you and with the valuable help of my wonderful nephew and technological Manuela, who accompanied him to the last second, he was always aware of your messages. Unfortunately, it was weakened, and could not concentrate too well, apart from combinations of temporary, do not go over with you because the computer tired.
I'd like to keep alive his blog, so you are always with us, but I have little confidence in my abilities to the computer and, unfortunately, the life of every day, between work and children, does not help me as I would like to dwell on things , as did my father, always attentive and curious for everything, always able to remember an anniversary (it was he who warned us all home: "Remember to do the best wishes ..."), sensitive and ready to speak a word of comfort, to dry a tear and make you smile.
With my message, as well as say thank you for the company that you have done all these years, I wanted to confirm what my dad was special and wonderful relationship between us. I am 53 years old, it is true ... but I still called the "cuddle", was worried about me that I take the scooter, waiting for my ringtone of the good morning every morning and at night we'd always good night. Just wondering one thing (of course, if there was no need to move, because it was a great lazy) that is activated: by phone, or computer, you always gave your answer. In the week puzzle was unbeatable favevamo to race in recent times .. I wanted to stimulate renewed interest and focus. He emphasized the phrase "for the solver more than able" to show me, proudly, that he had (at my face that I was not successful) concluded that particular "word crusade." We told you everything, even trivial things, .. we laughed for small things .. tease me for my carelessness .. call me "petite tete de chou", a nice way of saying "head of cabbage .." He was always cheerful, he liked to sing songs of the past .. He never raised his voice and, as a child, when I was doing something wrong, I remember that I approached him and asked him: "Are you angry? Let's make peace? "His answer was a kiss and" I have never in war. " He was apprehensive, and if my sister or I had a fever, from small, she would close, we touched his forehead and said that with the warmth of his hand, it's over .. If I said: "Ugh, I have to do this or that .." I replied: "I have to or want to? Remember you can always choose not to do so .. evaluate the pros and cons .. then you decide. " Led me to reflect on things, so talking with us girls when we were little, his life, religion, philosophy, psychology ... and I must say that then if I chose psychology, there is some 'of his paw ..
He said: "Remember: the will can move a mountain." He did not have it done, but ... even if we tried, trying, in recent times, to eat all that offers, to do gymnastics, every time we said it to him, to use the muscle activity ..
'm still happy to have so many things written about him that enable me even more to stop the memories ... poems, short stories, wrote that over the years because he always loved to throw down his thoughts, dreaming, paraphrasing, .. Think of that as a boy in love with mother, he had built, during the war, in a concentration camp, a small booklet made with bread crumbs and written in ink in china .. He had dedicated a poem: "The lively Teresa", where, in parody, talked about their love story, and projected over time, you could see, old man, with her and "six Piccirilli" ... And in fact, funny thing, has had his six grandchildren (my three sons and three of my sister) .. To them, years ago, has written a book: "The stories of his grandfather," which tells a little 'all his life and that of his parents and grandparents ... the history of the family, funny things when he was little less funny things about the war .. all written in simple terms, for explaining to the grandchildren as long as he lived, giving rise to the family .. Ends: "Because the memory does not die" ... I believe we will never die, for me, for my sister and our husbands, our children, for my mother, but also for you, for those who knew him directly and who only via computer ... I felt united with us. I embrace you very much for the affection and warmth that "the" and "us" ... you have always shown
Paola
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