to say goodbye

I always say that if my life were a novel, my grandfather would certainly be my favorite character. I’ve always had a sort of veneration for him, for his manner of speaking, for his way of thinking. Dying is like a record that gets stuck forever. Dying is to know that things exist and are resting somewhere, the covers of the bed, an alarm clock, all video tapes. Everything remains the same from a certain point. Then it’s time to say goodbye.