How many emails late, reading blog posts, news to follow!
I'm back but will wait a little political analysis.
As you can imagine, dear readers, it was for me an intense period and necessarily challenging both physically and morally.
A wedding is obviously an event stressful, especially when it comes to graft unexpected last minute that we could happily do without.
As long as you are of those who see marriage as a solemn event that you do not celebrate that once in a lifetime, you will receive how you may be exposed to emotion in such circumstances.
is what makes this event both magical but also surreal. The feeling of being an actor but as a mere witness.
However, a special circumstance that celebration will be marked with the seal of the singularity.
few days before the ceremony, I had to pick up in disaster for a return trip to Portugal where the intensity has played in the brevity.
I would have preferred to return to my land of origin in other circumstances.
My grandfather - o meu avô , as they say in Portuguese - has just left us. His
vegetative state and her age would have made the thing easier, more acceptable. It did not.
However, the ceremony was dignified. No melodrama. Many tears though.
But mostly ... mostly, it was an opportunity to review the parents had only fifteen years away. Children, grandchildren, friends, sisters, brothers, cousins, the whole village. All were gathered.
could not have been provide greater gift to my grandfather.
Moreover, there is no doubt that it is best where it is only in this life he has known over the past decade. This is not why we cry.
This is not because he was absent. I'm sure he was with us and watching us, my wife and I celebrate our union.
No, that's not why.
God it was hard not to think of him and my grandmother who never left his bedside.
The cruel truth is that it was our cue all. It was obviously far from perfect but it was the guide unchanging, rock, Patriarch certainly tough but deeply loving.
he through whom all the values of our family have been transmitted.
man of principle and tradition, it was he who introduced me to this red wine so sacred obligation that I had to test once my youngest age.
It was he who ensured that the phratry remained united.
God it was unbearable to think of these family quarrels inept that it would shame today and are an insult to everything he stood for.
I can best bequeathing his name to honor that my turn these values we have instilled in order to perpetuate.
Meanwhile, our vessels have lost their lighthouse. Do they find the light.
God I miss it.
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