The funeral has been a relief. First of everything for him. A long life of suffering that finishes. There are the poor people of Africa, there are the convicts who fulfill sentence, there are the physical sick in hospitals. Nothing, compared with the suffering of a schizophrenic, kind and intelligent. A life like this, long, is a mystery, against that we turn, but that has allowed us to be solider, participating in our small measure of the paternal and maternal tenderness of God. He was really the poorest of the poor people, the neediest of the needy ones and, therefore, the more loved one of God, the favorite son, who a father and a mother devote their tenderness without measure. They themselves devote themselves into it.
Yes, now, in the Sky, in the paternal and maternal hands of God, he will be able to be carried out fully as a man, be able to develop his kindness inn and his magnificent intelligence. He will know everything and he will love everything. He will only be love: he will only love and be loved. The poorest and the neediest is the one who does not have anything more than the love; because of that he is the favorite one of Jesus.
To finish the funeral, while we heard “The Reapers”, de Catalan national hymn, a verse of Joan Maragall, heard grandfather of the deceased:
Lord! Owes consolation to that who cries
and give back the cry to that one who can not cry
and give peace to the restless soul
so that knows how to wait for you.
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