It is eleven years today, Teta, and I do miss you more than ever on this beautiful day...
Sometimes life is so ruthlessly beautiful,
Sometimes life is so devastatingly perfect,
It makes me want to cry.
Yesterday I heard a report about a country burying its dead,
A family burying its dead,
A woman burying her dead,
And I thought
The dead are never buried:
The sunshine wakes them
And the raindrops dig their graves.
Today the sun smiled at me,
The breeze smiled at me,
And I smiled back.
Today I missed my grandma more than ever
Because she is missing this beautiful day.