Un día triste
Hoy fue un día triste… recibimos una llamada y nos enteramos que el dueño de nuestro alquiler en Gleno falleció. El fue un buen hombre, ayudó a mucha gente en el pueblo, y si es joven o viejo.. todos conocían al señor Paulo Maia. He was a policeman during the Indonesian occupation and then became a teacher in one of the local schools. He loved his wife Maria and build her a house of her own; they had 10 children… and I found it interesting that he chose to name them: Leonia, Leonardo, Leonito, Leotina, Leonel, Leoncia, Livonia, Leonisio, Liliana and Leondrinho; he had 29 grandchildren and one on the way… may I just say that the youngest grandchild is called Paula.
He lived a full life.. God was important to him.. he loved to read.. and he will be missed.
Why did I write about Mr Paulo?… because I want you to be part of it all.. with good and .. with sad… life happens to us all!
But what I believe matters in the end, is how we lived and Who we lived for!
