And so it hit me...

Só quando começaram a chover e-mails de despedida é que realmente me caiu a ficha...indeed...it is true...they're going...

No more running into Monica or Vicente's mother in the cafeteria, no more having coffees with Teresa or Sónia, no more running into them on the elevator. No more joking with them. No more gathering with them for lunch.
All that will be left are memories. It's all I ever get after goodbyes anyway.
It pains me that they will be no longer part of my everyday life.

E aquelas palavras, aquelas palavras em específico...sapos down my throat.

I wish you peace, love, success, faith and happiness.

Nem quero pensar no vazio da copa para a semana.

Recordações nem sempre boas

Her pain reminds me of my own a few years ago, reminds me the day we sat down to talk seriously. How we talked about how we should get ready for what might happen. That we should be prepared because daddy might...
And the only thing I wished for when I knew it would happen, when I knew that that day was coming, was 'please not on my birthday'. But as the song says 'You can't always get what you want'.

Anyway...I pray her case will be different and happier...much happier. Medicine has improved a lot since then.