My father wanted to be cremated. So it was. Yesterday was the anniversary of his death and I do not know why I talk about here, but since I share with you all (or almost!), I can depart for a moment from my mood cheerful and smiling for a more melancholy post. Not sad because I do not. His companion (my parents were separated), without tell us anything, shifted the date of cremation ashes in order to keep just for her (dad wanted to be scattered in Lake Bracciano).
So has "bolted" in the family chapel and disappeared ...
All is fair to pass on the cost of dignity and respect of others? But I trust in a divine justice that sooner or later will manifest subtle and inexorable
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