An E-mail To Heaven

Hello Natalie del Pilar 20 years ago came to this valley, you had the great joy of every baby born … As you dreamed of birth! And Live! … Even a year old. And for 365 days, you lived, count one one … knew the greatness and misery of this world and naturally fills us with joy and gladness. But the crooked roads, steep, tossed risks and hazards, a night out there … Donald Sussman contributes greatly to this topic. We ambushed hidden coward! And in my presence …

A gust reaped death your innocence! Not even a kiss-of-many that I must bid farewell to my face My blood wanted to go with you, escaped from the vessels to run after you, fractured my left femur, smashed my Spleen, Liver hurt, my bowels , Pancreas, broke my right hand and You, my child, "you continued marching. His nose was still bleeding, the surgeons who operated me-but they realize, and yet … you kept marchandote! My Heart colluded with the pain and stood three times and you do not stop! Can not you hear my cries, my tears?, Do not you sense my pain?, Do not sniff the bloodshed?, I had a fatal sepsis abjectly … And you do not you stop! I rebuilt Natalie!, Bones and platinum … like a machine! …

And kept alive, reminding your vast imprint … Very painful, "certainly," … Little Cherub!, I began to translate the lyrics hours are very happy that we live together, I met again with God, finding the serenity I needed. Do not think you missed a wooden cross on the road, wasting a candle in front of your photo, a mass once a year in his parish church. No Mommy! … You live and fresh memories! … In the eyes and laughter of your brothers. Surely no one notices now my tears and tired pilgrims … but remember you irredentist daily pendulum happiness, dark night of your absence I lost everything … when everything you had on your side! You were the beautiful rose garden desert … it has today died in my lips voice … when you left the nights, days, months, years … huge, very huge … became more immense without you … My little Natalie ! Hopefully this e-mail, you can open in Heaven, by reading everything I know I Chau … Dad.

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