We live our lives and care about things, and complain, and love, and eat, and sleep, and work. Lucky us.
My dearest sister Susana passed away last Wednesday evening. I went to Buenos Aires to take care of her and I watched her go.
She was only 61 years old. I went into her room after the funeral and saw her bottles of perfume, her pink shoes, her notes to herself and goals on her pin board, her necklaces and rings, her stylish clothes, her books, her life, the life she didn't come back to.
May you have a blessed day, a wonderful day, and may we all realize the opportunity we have to breath, think, cook, walk, chat with friends, look up the sky and just live our daily, crazy, wonderful days on this earth.
I love you, Susana. You'll always be with me.
Hope I am not bringing anybody down with this post!! Quite a few of you asked me about my sister, so here are the latest news. Thanks so much for your kind words.
Take care, lovelies.