Enzo and his sea

Enzo and his sea

The wonder of this great departure from heaven which is called death , is that those who leave do not stray. I'm in a world of clarity , but assist , softened witness to our world.

The beauty of death, is the presence. Inexpressible presence of loved ones, smiling with tears in our eyes.

The dead are invisible, but not absent.

(Victor Hugo )

My first reaction to the news of the death of Enzo in Capraia was: Noooooo ... not possible.

Then I calmed down and thought to the many moments with him in Capraia, its life lessons, his fishing lessons.

Always ready, always hospitable and in the forefront to better prepare for the feast of Our Lady August 15 and always perfect.

How could this happen, your family needs you ....

Then I listened to my heart and I have found his presence, his thoughts, his sea.

Enzo protect all fishermen from the sky like you, watch over your family....

It will not be easy....

We now carry your example, your words and listen again as we speak in the heart.

Marco, you are close to Giorgio, your father is counting on you do relive every gesture you make.

Stefania: another try really hard in your life path. Remember not leave you alone even if now maybe this sentence will seem a dagger.

Iole : mom gold he called you ... thank you so your prayers for all of us ... another tough cross.