Last year in April, I was on vacation in Brazil when my sister Maria Olímpia was diagnosed with cancer. On May 10th this year I went back there to say goodbye to her. I was lucky enough to be by her side when she still was conscious. I talked to her, I helped taking care of her. Those few days are so precious to me now. I came back to America on May 17th, and last Friday, May 23rd, after a long and painful battle my beloved sister passed away.
She was a teacher, a writer, an intellectual, the oldest sibling in a family of ten. She was always present in all family matters, she was there for the joys and the sorrow, always taking care of each one of us. She was an intelligent and sensitive writer, she wrote various forms of literary art, such as novels, short stories, poetry, articles, and essays. Her writings about our family has touched even distant relatives, so special and powerful they are.
I was not there for the wake and burial, in Brazil they happen just a few hours after the passing. I stayed at home, alone, reading the delightful letters she wrote to me, and looking at a few photos I have from her, along with comforting words her friends and relatives left on her facebook.
Buying and reading books was one of her greatest joys, as well as writing her own stories.
Lately, very few things give me comfort, calming and peace than taking pictures, so taking a few pictures and writing this post was a way to say, once more, thank you Maria Olímpia for having been part of my life.