Dear Mama,
I've just been to La Pieta today after taking Angel to school. I brought some orchids for you. As I placed the orchids and lighted the candles, I was asking myself if you can still appreciate the flowers.
I know, I haven't brought you much flower when you were still here Mama. And you have forgiven me for that because it was not my style. Now, I try to bring flowers every time I visit you at the cemetery.
Does not make sense, does it Mama? No matter how many roses or orchids I bring, no matter how big a bouquet I may take there, you won't be able to touch nor smell them. But why am I doing it?
Just like these letters, I hope that I can reach to you Mama. I hope that you somehow can see and appreciate them, and see how much I miss you.
I know, I should have brought you more flowers then. I could have held you more often and said I love you. Instead of doing it all today when you can longer hear me and see all these things I'm doing. I'm really sorry Mama. I could have shown you more when you were still here.
I miss you Mama.
Daddy