For being mother and to be son Ronye Mrcio Cross of Santana Speech made in the mass of Seventh day of my pupil Joo Peter, a boy who faleceu of cardiac arrest To be mother and to be son Is good! But nothing better Of what having the mother and possessing the son. When if he generates Change the form, Change the being, Change its skill of being. He has affection, He has love, He has affection exchange, the mother everything feels, All touches, everything sees. I felt I smell of everything and everything is its smells. The son is born of you and you it is the extension of the son. The floor of it remembers its, the shouts of it of the father, smiling of it remembers the grandmother, the look, remembers irmzinha, running remembers irmozinho, Everything remembers in them, Nothing is forgotten, Everything is lived, Nothing is lost. To that affection, That love, That smile, That skill, Those souvenirs Never will die, Because the death is the certainty Of a love and a perpetual homesickness.
If it has love, has life. If it has life, has homesickness. Having homesickness, it has the presence of an Alive God Who in them lulls to sleep with candies souvenirs of an angel. An angel who sleeps and lives in the souvenir of each one. The angel is child and the child is in the being of an angel. to this angel child God gave the gift to make and to bring the happiness to a family who it in such a way loved, Or loves, it. As same God it affirmed: The death flesh time Is the release of the soul, of the angel? That it comes back to sleep in the arms of its creator. The son, loved, affectionate, smiling, festeiro, amigueiro was not itself, for the opposite, passed loving in them of another form Watching us, in hearing, whispering to the foot of our ears words of comfort and alento.
God gave in them plus an angel stops guiding in them. is with the experience that it had with vocs and with us he is the one that it will use stops comforting in them. The love is not alone in giving, but also in receiving. this it gave in them with great category, As friend, the son, the pupil. thus lives and always it will live in our souvenirs and our lives, Exactly that we do not perceive.