The most painful funeral I ever attended was this one on August 9. Angels do exist. Flavia was 5. Consumed with grief with her untimely death hundreds attended the burial rite. The priest whispered the sermon. Flavia's mother wept and her father saluted the crowd with a wave.
The exceedingly painful moment was at the end when all crowded around the tiny white coffin. Even Flavia's friends were there. Before the departure for the cemetery countless white balloons were released into the air and in that moment I caught site of the nuns who began to moan as they wept. The nuns always loved us first and loved us the most. May their hearts be ever rewarded as always.