Uma amizade não tem que ser perfeita, mas sim verdadeira.
Eram 23:20 .... quando partiste, Y.G. xx
Talvez tente escrever uma carta da Terra para o Céu……..
Vê só isto : eu estou com imensa dificuldade em escrever acerca de Ti ….
Todos os dias eu lembro-me de ti; todos os dias tu apareces no meu computador porque conservo as tuas fotografias. E um nó na minha garganta aparece pela tristeza da perda de uma amiga . E também conservo todos os mails que nós as duas escrevemos uma à outra. São muitos…… muitos mesmo mas não os suficientes………..
É difícil porque me custa imenso que tu tenhas tido de ir embora.
Tu avisaste-me……… Tu disseste-me e escreveste isso num mail.
Tinhas ido a mais uma consulta médica, uma de muitas, e Tu com a tua coragem perguntaste ao médico quanto tempo de vida terias. Ele respondeu-te. E esse tempo que ele te deu bateu certo………. E, perguntaste ao médico com o teu marido ao lado……….
Lembro-me muito bem desse dia e não consigo esquecer.
Comecei a escrever por esta má notícia, a da tua morte anunciada, e por isso continuo a ter dificuldade em conversar Contigo hoje…. a dois dias do primeiro ano da tua ida até aí……….. até ao Céu, de onde escreveste uma carta.
Tenho muitas saudades de Ti pois a tua companhia faz-me muita falta. Era uma animação diária e era raro contares o que de mau te acontecia. Podias dizer alguma coisa sobre isso…… Não eu não esqueço o que me contavas………. as dores; o escreveres muito e muito para não pensares na tua doença …. e quando o desespero era muito, até me falaste da tua tentativa de suicídio, aquela, a do carro contra uma árvore MAS a seguir brincavas com o teu especial humor para aligeirares a dor. Toda a dor………
Como o teu marido disse, nessa noite , a noite da tua partida, pelo menos as tuas dores acabaram com ele ao teu lado a dar-te a mão, a acompanhar-te…..
Era ele ali ao teu lado mas éramos nós também através dele a acompanhar-te na tua viagem……..
Desculpa, Dani. Eu não consigo escrever mais. Mas antes de acabar esta carta , eu quero agradecer-te muito o teres sido minha amiga.
Gosto muito de ti e estás presente todos os dias mas com imensa saudade.
Provavelmente eu estarei a ser egoísta………
Eu estou,sim ! Eu estou por me sentir desamparada sem a tua presença diária.
Maybe I’ll try to write a letter from Earth to Heaven
Look at this: I’m having an enormous difficulty in writing about You…
Every day I remember you; every day you appear in my computer as I’ve kept your photos. And my throat knots up with the sadness of the loss of a friend. And I’ve also kept all the mails we wrote to each other. They are so many… really many but they aren’t enough.
It’s difficult because it’s really painful that you had to leave.
You warned me… You told me and wrote that on a mail.
You had gone to a doctor’s appointment, one of so many, and You with your courage asked the doctor how much time you still had. He answered. And the time he gave you ended up being right… And you asked the doctor with your husband next to you.
I remember well that day and can’t forget it.
I began writing because of this bad news, of your announced death, and because of it a still find it hard to talk to You today… two days of a your first anniversary of your trip there… to Heaven, from where You wrote a letter.
I miss YOU very much as lack very much your company. It was a daily happening and it was so rare you telling what of bad was happening to You. You could say something about it… No, I don’t forget what you told me… the pain, you writing more and more so that You wouldn’t think about your disease… and when the despair was too much, You even told me about your suicide attempt, that one, with the car against a tree BUT then you would play with your special sense of humour to lighten the pain. All the pain…
Like when your husband said, that night… the night of Your departure, at least your pain was over with him by your side holding your hand, accompanying you…
It was him there by your side but it was also we through him accompanying you in your voyage.
Sorry, Dani. I can’t write any more. But before finishing this letter, I want to thank you so much for having been my friend.
I love you and you are present every day and I miss you so.
Probably I’m being selfish.
Yes, I am! I am because I feel helpless without your daily presence.
Carmen ( like You like call me)
Letter from Heaven
To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there are no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.
Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."
It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man."
God gave me a list of things that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.
When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
Because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.
I wish that I could tell you all what God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.
There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.
If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.
So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.
And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
Remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.