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gem that slipped into the river in spring

After yesterday's rain, the sun came back bully.

This post is not covered in the countdown to close the curtain on my blog.
Thursday, April 22 I received the news that Marinella, my godmother, my mother's first cousin, had been missing after battling cancer for two years, with a strength and a courage that he had never imagined.
Marinella, the woman who holds me in his arms in the photo on the right (with my godfather), was the only daughter of my uncle Dorino which I had already talked some time ago on this blog. He lived in Terni, and not seen often. Ultimately, then, we saw more than anything else in the frame of occurrences often sad than happy.
Di Marinella remember blue eyes and elongated, the red hair of the past, the clothing of the eighties when I was a child and a warm voice and sound, from gentle tone, timbre a bit 'particular accent unmistakably Piedmont. When I

average, gave me a board game called "Inkognito. A kind of "Clue" but more complex. Has always fascinated me because he was a spy game set during the Carnival of Venice. I played for the first time after ten years because you had to be in force for three or four, and I could not ever find someone who wants to learn the rules. I still have it somewhere and I'll keep as a souvenir.

Last night, during the rosary in the chapel of the Canal, I realized to be sitting almost in the same spot where she was sitting at my baptism as a photo exhibition of thirty-two years ago. The circularity of the thing struck me, and I seemed to grasp the meaning of the ceremonies in a person's life.
The memory that I will most intense di Marinella is the strength of his embrace at the funeral of my uncle Dorino.