As somebody knows, I've made a trip to Sicily lately... and I'm back
today. It's not been exactly a "vacation"... basically, my mother is
badly ill (a tumor, the doctors clearly said that she will not recover,
and explained us how she will likely die, they just don't know when).
She was born in Sicily, and wanted to see her brother, her sister, and
many other persons there... so she and my father made a trip there, and
I followed them with my wife and my son.
The result has been... probably some of the happiest days we ever had together! And the nice thing is that she also feels much better.
Now, how much better is difficult to say... certainly we've
all seen her doing things we never thought she could do again.
I do believe in miracles, but before saying something is
really a miracle I must have hard facts supporting it.
Next Tuesday we will have the results of some medical exams she had
done a few days ago, then we will see what's really going on there...
Until then, I'm just really happy of the time we had.
Even only this is already a miracle!