"I'm here, and it happened yesterday, I do not remember very well, death comes when you take away, but with you also drain all your memories.
I just remember that the moment was not too bad, so sudden.
I have not seen his good form, I heard only the slow sensation of abandonment, that bitter sweet taste, the taste of a moment that you know will not come back.
About me came as a warm caress, a hint of motherly and warm a bit like when I was still inside my mother.
unthinkable things I remembered that I had forgotten so much time that I could not even comprehend.
At that moment I heard the voice of myself desperately trying to fight, one of those voices you hear when you know you are really in danger.
Mouth is filled with metal, the head gave me a slight buzz.
I have not heard, even if I had to do, I locked in a small space muffled and dark, where it is trapped.
And it happened, my soul is detached from the body back, that body for some moments before evacuation was agitated, he did a lot wrong, and say who say that death should result in peace.
I gave an absolute nuisance when I left I felt like just out of the washing machine, but without the evil as before, only more cumbersome, as if gravity had changed in a nano second, it was difficult to understand what were in my arms, the light was really too much. The doctors are
courses soon after that my body has stopped having seizures.
The chief of cardiology has tried everything, took shots at my chest for at least twelve minutes, tried to make me breathe again, in my mind came the panic in the running as a runaway horse, the down force was tremendous, but then I managed to free myself from that thought, I can not tell if it was more like a thought or a feeling.
did not come back from her, was too ugly to view outside, I was really so?
Really I spent all those months in those conditions?
should make a memorandum of death for the terminally ill, should give you the choice to leave without evil and the pain that I took with me from behind.
now is the pain in my chest that I moved on my shoulder and runs along the back, is the same evil that is when you stay in bed too, one of those unbearable tingling that spreads repititivamente.
The doctor who has followed me throughout the hospital, I was covered with my blanket, I went with him when he told me.
My father and sister were the first to cry, but my mother has turned to white and then blood He must have gone all the way to the face.
He did not say anything was limited only to nod.
I felt like crying myself when my sister, younger than me, I embraced it.
is was horrible, I felt his arms about me, her hot tears fall on top on the neck.
He wanted to stay with me, has also opened the bedroom window, looked out into the trees orange and yellow, then looked at the green grass and damp, maybe he was about to jump from the window, but when I tried to support the hand on his shoulder, he must have heard me, and he changed his mind, call it telepathy or just willpower, but she was able to hear me.
She sat next to me, it did not go away when they took me in the basement, in the mortuary chapel.
it was she who decided to dress me.
What made me cry from the legs, what I put on my twenty-fifth birthday.
I was really beautiful.
the function were all there, Gianluca and Katia, the Alice and Henry, missing from Mark, and I realized, I did not have power at all, but I know he was what I was most attached, was that to which I was a little bit as a psychologist.
We know how to do it with friends, the important thing is to always be able to listen to them, the solution is not very important, but the important thing is to make him feel you are there,
even after you're dead.
They took me in the cemetery next to the house, Philip Conlie played guitar throughout the mass, the song that I had asked, that of Jeff Buckley that I liked so much, but to tear trailer was perfect.
My mom had destroyed the faces, you could see he did not sleep the night before, the night when I'm dead.
I died in autumn, my favorite season, the season when the streets feel the smell of chestnuts and mulled wine. What a nice
the Ilaria, next to all the flowers we put a nice red candle with the Cheshire side. Smoke
wonder how he is, tried a lot to me, that cat was the best thing that had happened to me in the last years of my life.
I had taken to the cattery, my mother had insistinto lot, believed that pet therapy has the power to heal completely.
I'll miss his little legs in the hair and the hum of his purring before falling asleep.
There are also my former classmates, there was incredible how many people there were really all in the church there was not.
I've moved to the funeral, I was next to my dead body all the time, close to the black pine coffin with inlays of gold, just like what I had seen in the movie house of Gianluca. Don Benigno
could not even speak, and say that there are young people who die every five minutes at least in the world, but perhaps what has made me cry was the rage to all who have always had that hope, to the hope that they had in my comparisons, I could really do it ...."
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