You Will Show Me Around

July 31st in history.

1932: Nazi Party wins 230 seats in Reichstag and begins negotiations for Hitler to be accepted as Chancellor.

1978: Gunman shoots his way into the Iraqi Embassy in Paris.

On that same day: I was born.

Few years ago, on my graduation day, I told my Mother few words that in fact I should be telling her everyday. I was twenty two. I told her that twenty two years earlier she had brought me down from Heaven to Earth and on that day she took me back from Earth to Heaven.

Well. She does it every single day. Just by smiling to me. A Mother who has lived, struggled and lived. Strong with her presence and personality.

Sometimes I wonder how big her heart can be. Too big. I’m sure.

My sister? A true masterpiece. The Pieta by Michelangelo. She has offered me a unique brother in law and two beautiful crazy nephews. But I’m still waiting for my little princess.

Friends come and go. Some have been sticking around for a long time and will keep doing so forever. Some others have passed by like a small breeze keeping behind some memories. Not more.

There are people you will always be happy to have met, and others you could have lived much better if you had not. They don’t just come and go. They come, take a piece of you and go. And it hurts.

Finally, I raise my hand toward a dear friend of mine: Tony Zakhour. You are missed and remembered everyday. I know you are watching over me and I like it.

I had never believed in life after death until you died. I always want to picture you alive up there. And hoping you are enjoying it.

I’ll see you soon in one of those dreams knowing that one day I will be knocking on your door and you will show me around Heaven.