All amazing things we received and learned from her life can not be compared to the little we had the privilege to offer her: our love of father and mother, a family, a name and a memory.
A memory that we'll always respect and honor in gratitude, for the great treasures we received from her precious life!
These are some moments of our beloved Vitoria's pregnancy (not well edited, the 2nd one is a fragment of a video for her 1st anniversary, that I need to edit better), but they help us to see how she was so full of life and precious since those first weeks. And how we say in portuguese, so "serelepe"!
But I am like an olive tree flourishing in the house of God; I trust in God's unfailing love for ever and ever. Salmos 52:8
The sun will no more be your light by day, nor will the brightness of the moon shine on you, for the LORD will be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory. Your sun will never set again, and your moon will wane no more; the LORD will be your everlasting light, and your days of sorrow will end. Isaiah 60:19-20
The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the LORD's favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion — to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor. Isaiah 61:1-3
Do you ever see anyone mourning over the passing of the tulip bulb? Do gardeners weep as the bulb begins to weaken? Of course not. We don’t purchase tulip girdles or petal wrinkle cream or consult plastic-leaf surgeons. We don’t mourn the passing of the bulb; we celebrate it. Tulip lovers rejoice the minute the bulb weakens. “Watch that one,” they say. “It’s about to blossom.” Could it be heaven does the same? The angels point to our bodies. The more frail we become, the more excited they become. “Watch that lady in the hospital,” they say. “She’s about to blossom.” “Keep an eye on the fellow with the bad heart. He’ll be coming home soon.”
(...) This is not our forever house. It will serve for the time being. But there is nothing like the moment we enter his door. Max Lucado, Travelling Light