sábado, 5 de diciembre de 2009

My Grandmother Is Praying To The Virgin: Receive Him

He spent the last days of his life on a bed. No laughing, no talking, just recurring to the past. Saying bye to places dear to him.

He was always afraid of death, but at the same time, he desperately wanted to leave.
He died slowly. He can now rest. He is now free.

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