I accepted the invitation of Small Lory and its candy (the one on the right) and continue the amarcord of family memories, I tell this story-but-no-yes:
the funeral of my grandfather, the whole family met at our house and it was a party like the ones that tell us about the film (but the Italian, with bread, salami and wine). and so far, okay.
but the crowd stood a man that none of us could identify: the relatives of my mother thought it was a relative of the family of my dad and vice versa. however, this man was in the transportation, throughout the day: visit to the morgue, closing of the coffin in procession to the church, Mass, procession to the cemetery, the final blessing, the closure of the plaque ...
then home, where we set up a small buffet relatives who are all from a distance, the strange character when he saw our dog burst into tears, x ', told us, shortly before he died on his own.
what could we do? Well, obviously, is not it? we consulate.
(then hath been discovered that it was actually a neighbor of some in-laws who offered to accompany them because they do not adept at driving in fog)
Well, I think if it were not for this episode even hours longer remember that day, and so instead we said goodbye to his grandfather in a special way, laughing, happy life.
hello grandpa!
