3 months ago today, listening to «You are not alone», we entered the Church of Sant Just to say goodbye to you, with all the honour, respect, love and affection you deserved.
Surrounded by all of those who loved you, we saw hundreds of glassy eyes that hid the pain of losing you, a deafening silence that conveyed the deep abandonment we all felt and a desolation that ran down the aisle from the beginning to the end. Papa, tata, Max and I tried to maintain the serenity and composure you deserved, accompanying you once again, this time not to a race, nor to the movies, nor to a match. Our last trip together….

This was a Church crowded with souls whispering «we are with you», a music that gave
warmth to all and made us feel that we were all one.

The words of love and gratitude that were heard there will remain in our
hearts.

«Honour to him» as we were leaving that place, accompanying you to your resting place.
Our last trip together, where the music in the car accompanied us and dried our tears,
escorted by the roar of your aunt’s motorcycles, a tribute escort along the avenue with as much feeling as deafening noise.

That rest that we should have never lived, never with an 18-year-old, with a life ahead full of dreams, challenges, experiences, mistakes and achievements, a life that belonged only to you. It was snatched away from you just like that.

They say that forgiveness provides relief. Can anyone explain this to me? I do not see
forgiveness, rather justice towards all the people of Clinica Teknon and Anestalia who
decided to annul my son for life. I gave them my child on a stretcher in perfect health,
without illnesses, and they, with their wrongdoing, omission or incompetence gave me back an annulled body, lifeless, maintained by an artificial respirator. Forgiveness? I leave that to those who believe in it. I prefer justice, implacable earthly, divine and moral justice. May you all wake up and go to bed every day knowing the seriousness of your wrongdoing, of the damage caused to ALL, to children having psychological therapy, to shattered parents, without objectives, breathing day by day; to a great family unjustly broken. To a sister who does not find her place in the world, to those friends who have had your name and what united them for life tattooed on their skin. I wish that you never sleep peacefully again, as I do not. That my tears at day and night tarnish your ridiculous and sad life, those tears that I will never hide because they are the reflection of my pain and what unites me to it. Tears that show you the daily storm that we feel and will feel for life, because of you, because of your great fault.

Today we returned home happy. My mother is back home after a week in hospital, with the spirit to get better and stronger every day. We will continue to take care of her as she deserves. I now understand where I get the strength to go on.

Today, yes, today we are all going home. During these days the trainers that Oscar gave to his yaya in life have made her stronger than ever and she has started to walk, step by step. I already said that I knew Oscar was close by looking after her, and so he is. She has been the joy of the ward with her nails done and her shiny trainers, «they belong to my grandson, he sold them to me for 10€».

In Moisés Broggi Hospital my mother has been very well looked after, cared for and
accompanied. The whole multidisciplinary team has shown exceptional tact, kindness and understanding; traumatologist, physio, nurses, pretty-eyed auxiliaries, adorable geriatrics and orderlies, everyone. Everyone, in addition to doing their job well, has shown their most human side; a smile, a joke or a «Good morning»…more than enough to make her feel calm and cared for. THANK YOU. Because this hard moment would not have been the same without your love for your work.

And tomorrow I will come to see you where your body rests and I will ask you again -what are you doing here?

«Here in my heart it is still hurting as if you had left yesterday. They say that time heals everything, but it has not yet worked its magic with me.»