A sad thought My family "source" has never been particularly lucky ... there were so many mishaps that have struck ... some weak, others strong. But in one way or another we have always raised.
This was a week of racing up and down Europe, returns from America to be with those who had more need and be able to say "for what I need are there, if you need anything I'm here."
This was a week of pain, tears of helplessness, to seek some answers that will never arrive.
This was a week of sunglasses even though it rained, tears that mingled with the rain.
This was a week when all of us, brothers and cousins, we have become one in the pain of people who have suffered this pain. And their pain, not even remotely be compared to ours that we live by "outsiders."
This was a week of questions: What would I do instead? Could I get through? How do you overcome something like that? Maybe you simply can not ... the weather will be less bad, but not exceed ever.
ps sorry for the post but this week has been really heavy.