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She lost my daughter

I was a bit 'without writing and what happens when' and me 's always difficult to leave. Unfortunately, even if time passes, there are emotions that do not absorb, or rather go in waves and waves of pain and rejection and lack of Prisca arrive at times fierce and will not let me go on to write, 'cause anyway to be able to write should be able to come off a bit 'from the look and feel the emotions from the outside .... I sometimes feel like an orphan of my daughter .... I thought many times about it and in doing so I judged myself a bit 'stupid, then I found out today that a journalist, as well as' mother who lost a daughter, wrote a book with this title and I felt more' normal. I tried to read the beginning of the book (She lost my daughter. Morena Fanti), the network, but I could not get past the first few lines, I found myself slammed into a pain too strong, that sometimes seems to settle down inside me, but sometimes just a word, a situation, farmici reprecipitated inside. I hope to read that book one day not too far. Yet I know I must go further and stronger than all this experience, do more, 'with the help of Priscilla, to complete his and my mission. I firmly believe that if we come to earth with this background work, cystic fibrosis, and all that entails, there must be a greater design. The idea that the thing runs out so ', with the death of one of the two, it makes me sucks. It 'been a long and uneven struggle against the disease, a struggle for the acceptance of illness, and despite living with the disease, the care that entails great expense of time, the dark knight who walked beside us. ... Many times we managed to smile and many times to turn it around, other times we have laughed at us, that's' always been our weapon and we realize when we fell, then ran to the weapon resume .... and the smile of irony! Until the last of his days Prisca has dazzled and enlightened those who met with her smile .... The last few months before transplantation were spent in hospital, in Romania there was a lady doing the housework that I said: "When I enter this room seems to me that there is always the sun even if it rains ...", had adoration for Priscilla and I was not there when he stopped a little bit more 'in the room and rubbed a bit' shoulders and then said "Do not tell anyone, I could not, fire me if they know ".... and left happy after being thanked with a big smile ....
Sometimes I was helping her, but most 'of the time was Prisca to help me' cause I held hard to help her. That's' cause when she 's dead, I have been orphaned.