Today was a good day at the end of a rough week. My Grandfather died last Saturday. I was very far from home. I found out in an email from my brother and started crying in the internet cafe, this internet cafe, the one I´m in now. I walked back to my house. I tried to remember the correct conjugation for ´he died´ so I could tell my host mom. I went to my room. I sat on my bed. And I felt very far from home.
There´s a happy ending here. I´ve cast my nighted color off, so to speak. My family was great at supporting me, making me feel right. My pastor at the pentecostal church where I worship stopped our Wednesday service and asked everyone (I mean the whole crowd) to give me a hug. I was in a little church with a dozen hands on me, people kissing my cheeks, blessing me, and telling me how happy they were that my Grandfather was in heaven. I felt loved and supported.
And so I thank those who knew and were praying for me last week. I thank those who didn´t know and prayed for me anyway. And I thank those who don´t so much pray as just send good thoughts. It´s all good. We are small. I love you.
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