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previous post I had to stop because my mother was practically rolled down the stairs. Never once listen to me, is not in the mood to do dangerous things like climb stairs, get hurt (as has in fact risked). I'm there, there's my father, asking costs nothing and we certainly do not say no. However, there were the funerals. The church was unusually full of people (oddly enough in the sense that older people usually have all the dead loved ones) kind of family friends. My father during some parts of the reading he looked at me and I know what those looks meant. They were a challenge to my disbelief. Scold me in silence.

Some of my uncles came to my surprise, I did not expect them sincerely. Are not related to my grandmother, and yet they came to my mother and me. Perhaps this family is not all that gear (although I assure you that the impression is very bad). Instead of burying / wall once they placed the coffin in the chapel of the beautiful cemetery, where he will stay until Monday morning. On weekends the carpenters do not work. Bah, there are all mad. Here we have Saturday, Sunday or Christmas that they bury the dead almost immediately. Other than this 'stay out' of time. Are frozen, it was so cold unbelievable. I think my cold is worse. Well, now I just want to distract me. Maybe I'll play Kingdom Hearts, or a little to see some episodes of Daa! Daa! Daa! an anime very 'nice & puccioso' I like for no reason ^ ^ '

See ya.

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keep the previous post because I am writing here?

honestly do not know. I never thought about using this lj as a real diary / blog / what the hell you want, but ultimately it is an idea that haunts me even though I already have a blog about a private space. Mah'm not in a state of mind able to think properly now.

My grandmother, the last rimastami, died at 13:00 yesterday after five years of suffering. It 'been a bit of a sollievvo and a bit of a surprise, since she left quickly after so much pain. We waited for this news for years now, but I do not think We never actually used to the idea. I hardly remember it before he became ill, but it was a good woman, nice and full of faith. A lot, a lot of faith and trust in God, the typical case that makes you ask "But is there really a God? And if so, it made her suffer like that?" When

yesterday, an hour after death, we arrived the hospital was still lying in bed. My mother just saw it was an understandable outburst of tears. I am nothing. As usual. Although I have not heard even suffer a tear. Do not think I'm cold, cruel or indifferent to these things as often people judge me. I have a very different way from normal to deal with the pain. Do not even try to retain - Out of pride or whatever you believe - the tears just came and no, I'm sure they are not. It 's just a replica of my grandmother's funeral the other, which occurred years ago when I was little. Even then I cried I was not crying.

There was a vigil yesterday, long and painful as the parade of relatives and friends (who, as usual, everyone seemed to know me, and I knew no one and my uncle and my cousins) from two till half past eight in the evening . This morning the same - even if I paused for a moment the hypocrisy of going to meet relatives at the home of my cousin to wake it up * _ * sadistic & cruel - from nine until now. Now just end up eating my go back to the morgue for another hour of wakefulness, and finally closing the coffin. The funeral will be held from 15:00 to 16:00, and then another hour or two in the company of relatives after we closed the tomb (near that of her husband). The