Words by Romina (30 years old)
We begin, we end.
We go up, we go down.
We get empty, we are filled.
We are happy, we get angry.
We open, we close.
We sleep, we wake up.
We contract, we expand.
We are born, we die...
This is the essence of life: movement. That is how I remember Opa: he always kept going, tyding up papers, looking for a "good" mechanic, climbing to the roof - washer in hand!, fixing something, sanding, painting, running to turn off the pump overflowing and shouting "de pomp!"... Always active, always moving, always vital.
For me Opa has been and will remain an example of work, of effort, of that living force that moves, of tenacity and perseverance. I choose to keep the glass half full. Although his departure hurts me, I choose the gain of this side. Because he has left a lot along his way, with a fantastic travelling companion, created a beautiful family and I am honored to belong; he has lived a full life, full of experiences and learning, and he has managed to capitalize positively even the toughest situations.
He is a beautiful example of life and although he is physically not among us any more, he will be present in those little things that each one of us has within our hearts.
Thanks Opa!