I am very sad.
My husband is heartbroken.
His nephew died.
Suicide.
I met him when he was not even 9 years old. He was such a perfect little boy.
I loved him for 20 years (and so did everyone in the family).
I will never forget the last sentences that I had with him, two days before he died. Could have I noticed something? If I sensed that something was wrong, could I say something that would make the difference?
The nephew was a wise old soul. I am sharing with you a beautiful birthday email that he sent to my husband when he was only 11. I kept two letters from his childhood, they are both priceless.
"Happy birthday to you. I wish you many happy years and may as many of them as possible be with you Klara and all those you love. Love Klara because she is a good woman and she loves you too. May you be accompanied by kind people, love, warmth and joy. May God be with you and protect you and shower you with happiness."
Peaceful eternal dreams, dear nephew.
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On a photo: it is a mountain in Julian Alps, just over 2.000 meters high. We went hiking there yesterday, we invited also the younger nephew (who lost his brother). Despite all the sadness, it was a beautiful trekking.
