Grandma Grau died today. She was the most beautiful soul I’ve ever met. Rest in peace, gorgeous. And hopefully in the sky, where you came from, they will serve you those “trikinis” that you fed us all our youth. These are the photos from Christmas, when I saw you last and when your body was very light, cause you were ready to fly. I will never get bored of kissing your skin and holding your hands, rippled as they were from all you lived, but had already forgotten. You were so kind. Kidness was infinite in you. You were not made for this World anymore and you left to the place you prayed, with the Angels you deserve to be. Please leave some kindness here, we will need it. Rest in peace, beautiful soul, rest in peace, Àvia. Avui ha marxat l’àvia. La més bona persona que he conegut. Descansa en pau, preciosa. I que al cel, d’on vens, et facin els trikinis amb què vas alimentar la nostra joventut. Aquestes són les fotos de quan et vaig veure per última vegada, era Nadal i el teu cos ja no pesava, perquè estava preparat per volar. Mai em cansaré de besar la teva pell, agafar les teves mans, arronsades com estaven per tot el que havies viscut i ja havies oblidat. Que bona persona que eres, la bondat era infinita en tu. Ja no estaves feta per aquest món i has marxat allá on resaves estar, amb els àngels que et mereixen. Deixa una mica de bondat aquí, que la necessitarem. Descansa, bonica, descansa per fi, Àvia.