How Sweet And Low Affects You

With my grandfather share many things, and one of them is the habit of putting music to what we do, my grandfather whistles, I prefer to sing. Whether
because it rains, because we have to walk alone, because the day he deserves (or because we mistreatment), the two respond that way, perhaps by instinct.
So today, as she finished lunch in the kitchen, I heard rattling away the gravel of the courtyard, whistling down the street that soon would step toward the "outsiders" who hide too much for him, a visit outside the hospital where the that was his daughter, my mother.
do not know if anyone would like hospitals ... have a veil for my loss, I can not stop me freezing cold feeling when I visit the body.
Yesterday, while waiting for the results of my mother in a huge room almost empty, I spoke with a man waiting for his wife.
In fact, what had been waiting three years is that cancer abandon her, and talked about it with the naturalness that gives living things, and perhaps become more so terrible for the listener.
forward together. I do not know how it will be elsewhere, but here we are accustomed to passivity has always felt even in the hospital waiting.
After a while she came, her head bald from chemotherapy. She wore a green chiffon scarf in hand, the same green suit he wore the same green shoes.
- Do you help me? - She told her husband, I took blood and I can not tie my handkerchief.
He got up, carefully folded handkerchief and placed him in the head by arranging each fold, with a love that I have rarely seen.
February 14 ... supposedly was the "day of love." I noted I was a boy in the street, much earlier, while walking toward the hospital.
had a thousand thoughts intertwined when he stood before me and dropped his "happy Valentine's Day. " I spit just a "thank you" while walking.
And there was the man, tying the handkerchief gently.
In these things, I think, is love, and not hide behind empty dates.
(I was in your eyes when I looked, and I was no longer alone.)