The bougainvillea alone is worth bragging about
I’m so glad that he handed you his beloved house and land himself, sharing his stories with you before he passed on. May he rest in peace knowing that the place he so loved is now in the hands of another who cherishes it.
I cannot. It's so beautiful. The house, the poem, your writing... SIGH.
<3 for this one. Beautiful, and that last stanza! oh!
Eu quero acreditar no paraíso.
Beautiful, as always.
Wow. How very touching. His poem couldn't be in better hands.
Every time I read one of your stories, I think "How beautifully done. I wish I could write like that." And then I go off to do something else, thinking I'll leave a comment later. But I never get back to it. My wife tells me that I should comment immediately, so I'm trying to do better. Thanks for making time to share your stories.
What a moving tribute to Senior Alexandre. And how wonderful you (and your family) will carry his memory forward.
I have something in my eye...
Oh, Lo. This is such a lovely tribute to this special man. Thank you for sharing him with us <3
Just amazing <3. I'm jealous (in a good way) of your house story and the loving care it's received. It's so rare, so special... my first house was built in 1951 and we bought in 1995 from the surviving original owner... I know what that feels like it and it was amazing. I cannot wait to visit and see your lovely paradise!
I am now going to re-read one of my favorite posts, when you shared Oliveira do Paraiso with us.
Thank you for this love story.
Que linda homenagem!
I cannot think of a better way to start my day than by reading this moving poem. As I grow older, I find that one of my greatest thrills is passing on something that has been mine (and that has great meaning for me) on to someone else who appreciates it almost or as much as I do.