Goodbye Marco.


I’m happy.

I was eight when many relatives gathered at my parents’ house for a eat & drink party; they had just said goodbye for the last time to uncle Gino, who passed away few days before.

I asked my father: “Uncle Gino is no more with us, why are you all celebrating?”
He replied: “For two reasons: we had the privilege to know him and we’re sure he’s gone to a better place“.

I’m happy. That’s why.