Bênça, mãe! Me, again. I’m on the earlier train home today. There are so  many things in my mind, I had tons of work to do, but I just couldn’t focus… It feels like I’ve got this thing stuck in my throat. It’s making my chest feel tight. All seems to be wrong, Mother. Every little thing seems ... READ the POST

Bênça, mãe! You ok? Ha ha. What a stupid question! Of course you are well! How could it be any different? You’re in Heaven (yes, I believe that!) and now Maggie is with you, right? Mother, when Isa told me about Maggie on Saturday, she was crying. She had just had a phone call from dad. She ... READ the POST

Bênça, mãe! Another day. Another morning without seeing you and your sleepy grumpy face coming out the corridor and saying ‘bom dia’, and heading to the kitchen to give Maggie and Julie their ‘breakfast’… Everybody says how careful you were with them. And that you spoilt them rotten. J  Cheese ... READ the POST

Bênça, mãe! I’m already “home”… Well, I don’t think I’ll ever call it home again. I’ve just found out that Father is going to move out. Fair enough. The house was already big for just you two and the dogs… Imagine now that he’s alone… It breaks my heart though… Mother, I met Luzia today. And ... READ the POST

Bênça, mãe!   I’m already on the plane to São Paulo. We had a little stop and change in Madrid, where I had to wait a while. Your body is already buried, and I know you’re rested and well now, but this pain just won’t go. And I think it will stay here in my heart forever. I’ll explain to you ... READ the POST

Bênça, mãe*! I’ve just got a phone call from Brazil. I imagine you know what it is about, but I’ll write the very short conversation here anyway… (Viber ringing) Dani: Wow! That’s early… (it’s 8:06 am in Swansea, 6:06 am in Brazil.) Dani: Oi, fufu (Isabela)! How you doing? Isa: Oi, Dani. ... READ the POST