day 17

Today, like every week, there's the worship hour at school. Basically, all the kids are grouped together in the biggest classroom of the school and they sing and repeat some prayers, with three of them leading the group. 

It happens that today there was also the funeral of my grandfather and sadly I couldn't be there, so at least I took this occasion to send him a thought with the help of the teachers and the kids.

It was very simple, wishing him to rest well, praying also for his loved ones, but what was more touching was the support of the kids. 

Those who were able to understand came to me afterwards just to say sorry, or to give myself or my grandfather their wishes, and those who were too young to understand gave me a smile or held my hand for a second, guessing that there was something wrong with me.

It was impossible to hide my tears. 

In any case I'm sure that he was looking down on us from above, wherever we, his family and friends, were praying for him, from Treviso to Have, from New York to Vancouver and smiling listening to our thoughts.

Rest In Peace nonno Lollo.