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  • It was Ash Wednesday in 2009 when I decided to spend the Quadragesima praying for St. Michal Archangel. Preparing myself for those days, I was remembering D., an old dear friend who again was far from my sight. The last time we could talk, her situation was serious and I was too far to get involved by a drama in which she was swallowing all around her. Being far and unable to even call her in a secure phone number, we lost contact but never I forgot her. So I decided to google her name.

    Among advices for odontological care, her name appeared, but in the 4th line of results, there was an obituary. Her name was there. She was deaceased in Curitiba, about six months before I start to know of her. I couldn't know what was the reason of death nor where she was buried. I just could wonder if she was killed by one of her lovers, or if she really kept the baby she was wishing to lose, or if she survived to the pregnancy I knew she finally decided to carry on . D. was a very intelligent, sensitive, witty and funny person whose spirituality lost the way. From a friend who was always trying to make of me a believer, she became a tormented woman whose end was sad and repentine, but not exactly unexpected. She had a dangerous life.

    After feeling bad and somehow guilty for being unhelpful for her, I started again to try to know where to meet her family and at least the daughter of her that I could know, and find out how she died and where she was buried. The periplus was once again to find out a phone number close to the address of her old house and ask to the closest former neighbor about the dentistry who had a daughter and had died. I could learn that she the other baby and died of a stroke, and her daughters now were living with D.'s family in a town close to mine, in Rio. No address, no phone numbers... So I downloaded a specific telephone book and finally could find her brother. He told me the grief of her death, the bad situations that consummed her life in her last moments and I felt a pain to know no one of her old friends seemed to have noticed her missing.

    Thus I could contact her mother, a Japanese woman, always so nice to me. She told me the way things happened, and I barely could hide a smile in the corner of my mouth; the jocose touch her voice told some facts was quite like D. would do! The lovely witty and quick way she was, not detaining herself in emotion. M. was really D.'s mom! But of course our hearts were broken, and I was concerned about the girls she left. As they were too touched about D.'s death and were very circumspect people trying to avoid more problems, it was not easy to meet them and I could only keep on talking on the sometimes to remember D. and know anything.I've known D.'s mistakes and even pervertions, but I've always known her sincere search for Truth and humility facing her impotence among her difficults. She could know I have never left her alone in my prayers either. I was worried, thinking if one day we would meet again and have laughs about everything and everyone...

    I kept on praying for D.'s soul, and one night, in my thoughts, I asked God if my prayers for D. were working, of if she was a lost case. I expressed to God I was wishing a signal that my prayers for her were been accepted. In my mind, God asked me a tucum ring I weared to show when D. could be already with Him. I liked a lot that ring, especially because I almost don't use jewels, this was a very simple one and meant a Christian commitment with poors. Besides it all, that was one of the few righs that I could keep in one of my fingers, because mine ar too thin. But as the ring was a symbol of a commited Christian and a so cheap piece, I let God show His will about D. when He had news about her in Heaven for me.

    At that night, I slept soon after my prayers and only woke up to pee. When I went back to bed, the ring had fell from my index-finger forever. I thanked God so the quick signal so so much!

    (Photo of Tucum Rings at Google stock)
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