We’ve had better days – definitely. These are days when the sky turns black, as if they contained nothing but sadness, needing to relieve its darkness somewhere – over us.

Those days happen. But one knows, after all, how to let go of them.

However, I refuse to accept the other days. When people go out, take a look at us, and don’t find a thing. As opposed to your own efforts, for example, they don’t care to find out.

Those are, against all possible evidence, the worst days: I repeat, days when people stop by, put flowers under our name, leave us some money, whatever…. And all they see are headstones. So they leave us with something; they take our pictures.

At times I’m afraid of those pics! You know?