Angels with mustache

My two guardian angels have mustaches!

Milla, my kitten and my grandmother Tina.

Maybe a little more Milla, but even my grandmother didn’t joke with her mustache and wore it long especially at the ends. Who knows, perhaps ‘cause a long time ago the bearded woman was always liked and in this case, I assure you that she was absolutely the most beautiful of all!

Who knows if they’re watching me right now, each one at the end of the rainbow bridge and if so, I would like to tell them that I loved them so much and that, even if I miss them very much, I know they’ve not stopped staying by my side.

I imagine them smiling, free from the constriction of a suffering body. Well, maybe in this case I imagine my grandmother, because imagining a smiling Milla would be a bit disturbing (forgive me my love but like a cartoon model… no, I really can’t see you like that!) but certainly happy, yes.

Their love feeling is so sincere and pure that, even without a body, can reach me… constantly and makes me feel safe… at home. I couldn’t wish for two better guardian angels, even if in my imagination you must have had wings.

Accepting your loss is the most difficult task I have been forced to learn, because my earthly dimension distracts me from listening.

“But pure love is abstract and yet we feel it deeply.”

So wherever you are, I am grateful to you for teaching me to listen to every heartbeat, every emotion, every change, every detachment, every departure, every pain… through love.

That invisible thread we weave and that will keep united forever, without space, matter and time, all the souls in love in the whole world.