A week has passed that a dear familiar had passed away. I was having a normal day at work when I received the call. First I went blank, without knowing what to say or do. Then I just felt I needed to be at home. Living more than 2000km from home complicates things a bit. I went from a numb to nervous, everything running very fast... I arranged a flight to get home, ran to my apartment to arrange some clothes and stuff and a few hours later I was flying, first to Frankfurt and then to Porto. I guess one never believes that someone is dead... we kind of have to see it. And when seeing we are always expecting for a movement, something...
I made it home in the same day, and the funeral was the day after... Last time I was on that church was many many years ago doing First Communion. It is easy to face things in silence when no one is around, but when family and friends start arrive is not possible not to break down.
The following days, was just spent with the family and slowly start again.
