Mourning - a never ending healing process...

My mother Ana Catarina and my youngest sister Erica died a little over a year ago.

The wounds still hurt. Will they ever heal? When I look at these images, taken fifty years ago, I know they won't.

Mother and sister - their relationship was not as harmonious as it sometimes appeared.

Erica and I had so much in common - it was not just our sense of humor... and yet, our affective bond had deep cracks of misunderstandings.

I will never get over the deaths of my parents, my sister, my friends. There are so many important and irrelevant things still unsaid between them and me. That is what I find so troubling to be left behind.

I am already afraid to perhaps have to be around when the next loved one will die - if I am lucky that next one will be me. No, I am not trying to be 'funny' - I mean it...