April 10th was a really bad day...

Saturday, April 10th was a really sad day. I've lost my godmother and aunt Lúcia, and last week I received the news my godson Marcos André suffered an accident that same day. His Mom, my friend Luciane was alone at home with her two boys (Miguel 7 y.o and Marcos 1 y.o), then she got a little distracted and the baby pulled the coffee machine from the sink. It was full with hot coffee and has turned all over him... Poor kid. It was such a scary episode. Miguel, my older godson was very mature and helpful and helped his Mom calling his granny while his Mom washed his little brother with cold water.

This is Marcos picture a couple of days after the accident:

And this is his picture two weeks after the accident:

Luckily we think he won't keep any scars. He is doing much better and doctors just said he must avoid sunlight. he's a cute kid, isn't he?

A sad weekend for my family

After 8 years fighting against cancer, my aunt Lucia died. She was at the hospital since the Good Friday and she was very weak due to a pneumonia. Then a couple of days ago she got in coma and Saturday 3:00 pm she died.

We were already expecting that, but it doesn't make the situation easier. She was a wonderful woman, a strong warrior, a heroine. She never got married and never had kids, but she was a mother to all her younger brothers and sisters and to most of her nephews and nieces.

She was a pioneer. When she was young she came from the countryside to Porto Alegre city, started working sewing clothes and with her first salary she brought to the city her parents and all his brothers and sisters. Most of what our family is we owe to her.

When I was eleven and my father left my mother, my aunt helped my mother to raise me.

When I was with depression, a couple of years ago, aunt Lucia helped me with her words of strenght...

I remember when I was a little kid, she was the most wonderful aunt a little girl could wish. She gave me some of the best gifts I've ever got and some of them weren't material things.

What makes me feel a little better is to remember a couple of weeks ago, when I visited her at home, I told her I loved her. And she answered she loved me too.

I hope now there's a heaven where she can rest in peace. I hope there's a God who'll receive her with open arms. And most of all, I hope someday we can meet again. 

This is the place where she was burried.