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POV David
We are born to die. That is the reality of life. That is the mystery of existence.
From this operating room, my life will go forever. A bullet has reached my chest, making my destination in a bad joke. People always joke with those movies in which the police always die days before retirement by a bullet. I did not even have to be here. I was already retired.
However, I always liked the action, and I had no action fishing. The muses of my inspiration left me, and all my women. It is funny. We are born alone and we die alone.
Well, I am not alone. I am unaware, not stupid. I know that out there, I have six people who care about my future. My poor children.
They have been my family for the last four years. They have supported me, they have been the sweet side of my life, and they have accepted me as I am.
Most importantly, they have loved me as I am, with my few virtues and my many flaws.
These six people have been with me, fighting with me, against all the shit that pollutes the world. Every one of them, are in my heart.
They have taught me that family does not mean sharing genes or last names. Family means sharing dreams, sharing laughter, sharing tears...
So wherever I go, take care of them.
I feel my soul leaves my body, slowly. The voices become more distant, the room becomes blurred. My end is approaching.
Here ends the role of David Rossi, the curtain is about to fall. St. Peter, come to meet me and opened the gates of heaven for me.
I know I deserve it. Because I have not been able to save everyone, I always fight tirelessly...
I have struggled for the emotion of those parents who return to have their child in their arms. I have struggled for these children's smile, returning to hug their father. I have struggled for these men to kiss his wife every morning. I have not always gotten the victory, but I left my heart in trying.
The complete darkness begins to envelop me, freeing me from this life, the life I have built. A flashing light strongly, showing me the way.
As I approach the light, in my mind projects the movie of my life. Sights and smells that have always lived in my memory.
The chocolate's smell that my mother did every Sunday for breakfast. My grandmother's hands preparing fresh pasta. The wine's smell at family meals. My father's smile. The smell of the salty sea. My first kiss. The sound of laughter from my friends. The smell of the first roses I bought for a woman. The Statue of Liberty. Caroline. My little David. The look of those poor children who lost their parents. The smell of her favorite perfume. The presentation of my first book. My team, my family. Caroline...
Caroline, will you be waiting for me on the other side of the light? I hope so. Maybe we are completely happy here, forever, all three.
An overwhelming sense of peace fills me. Because I know, I did it well. Because I realize that, I have lived the life I wanted to live. Now I know I was happy. I know that although I cried, I loved also. I am happy, because I have come to the end ... as said Frank Sinatra, My Way.