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And 'my grandmother died.
Sunday in his apartment in Turin, luckily there was my father who had been warned by the lady - caregiver - who looked after her. He
103 years.
He was not at all well, at least I think so. He did not speak almost a long time ago, spent his days sitting on a chair or bed. But he had a heart that was pumping like a machine. Unstoppable.
All the rest gave way slowly, including the head.
I do not like to end this way. I always remember a story about Native Americans, do not know if it's true. At some point the old man gets up, takes a blanket, a pipe, leaving the circle and go find a tree in the middle of the forest. There in lies, cover and falls asleep. Point.
It all seems very easy, I do not know. The
I definitely did I come across a group of Boy shakes out at night, first try to revive him, then call 118 and waiting for the ambulance should I put up with all their repertoire of songs melancholy
The other day I thought of the living will, that is a serious reflection, consider the distortions of modern medicine.
a good time let me go, maybe there is something very beautiful, over the hedge.