cosimo 7

This deep part of him... 

did not prevent him from being a boy who enjoyed himself, going out with his friends, being everyone's wise advisor, as well as he liked girls, his heart beating especially for Michela. 

Every now and then, he would repeat to me: 'Mom, I'm not as holy as my sisters.' 

I looked at him smiling and asked: 'Why are your sisters holy?' 

And he: 'Yes mom, they were so good.' 

I repeated to him: 'Let God decide whether your sisters are holy.' 

And he smiled. 

He talked to me about his funeral as a big party... 

and then concluded: 'But for/from? me, there won't be many people and many priests.' 

Instead, God rewarded his desire for a party, that day were the ashes, but the parish priest rang the bells on his arrival, as he had always wanted, and there were many people and many teenagers. 

When the procession of the priests passed by... 

I said to myself: 'You'll see, Cosimo, there will be some for you too.'

So I counted, there were seven, he had more than his sisters, and I imagined him so happy with that party. It was the feast of all the feasts he had organized. 

The parish priest began his homily by looking at the assembly, saying: 'Cosimo, this is your first miracle, I have never seen so many boys and girls in this church.' 

Everyone was there, at his party. 

I conclude this writing by quoting Cosimo's words written in his diary: 

'The key to Heaven is Forgiveness.'

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