Wed 3 May 2006
Exactly one year ago to the day, on May 3rd 2005 at 13:05, Marina came into my life. I first set eyes on her at 13:30. It is amazing to see how quickly time passes by and how new life comes into the world to become so important to those who surround that new life.
Happy Birthday, my Goddaughter!
May 3rd, 2006 at 9:14 am
Muchas gracias padrino….
Tenemos pendiente la comida para celebrarlo.
Un abrazo…
September 16th, 2006 at 9:41 am
[…] Every now and then, I think about that phone call from one year ago. I think that life is so fragile, that all it takes is a phone call. One phone call and you are either here with me living in life or here with me living in death. Or better yet, maybe it is a phone call like the one I had received last year on May 3rd telling me that you are now here, born amongst the living. And just as I have witnessed how the death of a loved one (especially the death of one’s child) continues to haunt us in life, I have also seen how their lives continue to be present in ours. As Neruda wrote: “I seem to glimpse you in every window.” […]