storms in pernambuco

 i'm still in disbelief of what i just experienced....... elize had always told me she used to see spirits as a child.....and that she still sees them sometimes, but she had been reading a lot about being a medium.......going to spiritist centres, to umbanda terreiros, getting involved.....and yesterday at night she told me.......my father had a message for me.....and she wrote down things as if under a trance, with her eyes closed as her hand moved with the pen on its own......my father's handwriting. calling me "galeguinho", his nickname for me, something i never told elize........telling me he sees a bright future for me, full of light.....that i'm doing just fine.....that i became a fine man.......i broke down crying............... elize was drained afterwards, but she was happy to get the message through, and i was amazed at her abilities.....she has always had a link to the other side, it's completely true, and it's getting stronger.... we visit grav

 today marks 12 years of you being gone, dad.........i'm at the point in which i have spent more years without you than with you....... 12 years since, without you, we fled our town, our state.......in search of what? a better life in são paulo? that's what mom has always justified, but i think she was trying to flee from the pain.........like it permeated the land, a poison she needed to get away from..........all your things left behind under the bed, still there a decade unmoved......... so missing pernambuco is missing you too..........for long i have been missing you now, for most of my life now. you never met my partner....and you won't.........you will never see me grow. i try not to think about you when i can, but this day is always hard.....always. i hope you're up there somewhere when i look into the sky at night from the road, i always wonder......where you ended up.