The 2008 will cling without Nono sitting at the end of the table.
At about 10 and we will be accommodated in our ritual sites to combine for about two hours, the desire for food with talks on how are your things, something new, the laughs that follow the joke, the joke of football told you this week, the story fetched but good.
going to give the 12 and we will provide cider and hugs. Some we out to see the fireworks. He who lives in front of Tia becomes a kind of Rambo china gunpowder, a whole arsenal.
several years ago and that Nono had stopped going out to see the fireworks. I fucked my legs. He sat and waited. La Nona, next, kept him company in silence, an unspoken intimacy that gave full and the Golden Jubilee and surpassed. Just arrived in 2008, someone is going to stay with Nona, but it will be impossible with her. Unable to stay at the table to be with Nono's going to feel so tragically alone.
The 2008 will cling without Nono sitting at the end of the table.
had not spent more than a day, I think, when Nona said:
- I want continue living at home, which is what he'd built. Well, I'm going to be fine, I want to be good.
I even did not know what was to have eggs.
When you return to see the fireworks, I will not find it anywhere horizontal embrace Nono.
After 12, the table is a bit more calm, more calm. Take the opportunity to open the champagne that sent the company's Uncle, who walk around with a loud tearing pleasure nuts. The desktop will color classic pralines, nougat, peanuts and chocolate. It will be also a good time to light a fag.
few years ago I smoke. I think not much, no more than ten cigarettes per day on average, Parisiennes. The death Nono called lung cancer. He had left the butts over 25 years. Never heard of mine. I remember one afternoon when I asked if he smoked. I lied and was not relieved.
When you decide you're going to kill the cancer will eat at noon.
That Sunday morning I was sleeping when he called my dad. The 600 did me the favor unique to appear at 10 minutes. When I arrived at the Italian, ran to the 314, I think the 314, everything was so fuzzy, so fogged the glass.
Al Nono I have always enjoyed the same jokes. Now sleep were due to an artificial respirator. For weeks he would not visit him at his house, and yet so weak I can hardly recognize him and without any hair. The pituco Nono was well and his hair slicked back and perfectly accommodated.
I could see, I touch his hand. When we returned from lunch was so blatantly one breast still and Nona did not want to understand.
is so terrible the way one begins to get used to you can not be but it is impossible the idea that you're gone. As a collective strike and I waiting in front of an empty chair somewhere in the center, and know that you will not come, but it is not feasible to stop complaining about it.
I tried to understand, nothing and nobody could explain how, how it grabs and goes as Nono in a drawer and covers it with a little soil so well that is just rude. It cost me realize that no, it's hard but we still have that time we went to the movies, the radio on in the morning, the smell of Villa Cabrera, the bottle of Cheseline Lord, an old joke Carlitos Balah. Both Nono.
A little earlier or a little after 2, I will depart to the house of a friend. So when I say goodbye to the family, once again, the 2008 is going to catch me without the Nono sitting at the end of the table.
