09 Dec Goodbye newspaper

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Dad yesterday sat at the table very thoughtful, philosophizing about the end of the newspaper.
 He even started to count how many newspapers he had at his time:
-It was twelve. Today there is only “O Globo”. It's a shame, right. 
The newspaper will end.
 In a little while it will be all digital.
Daddy would sit under the hose of our old house religiously on Sunday mornings.
 I always gave the children's section of the newspaper for me to read.
The garden was very large and we had a huge mango tree, which luckily is still there. 
The mangoes looked like bunches of huge grapes when it arrived at harvest time. 
He read his newspaper and the wind spread the leaves in the garden. collected.
Yesterday we were on a typical Friday night, eating sushi, and a video of '94 wouldn't
 let me lie. There was Dad with his noodle chair, his good newspaper and his hair still black. We, in ordered pajamas, playing with the puppies .
It is still today.
He tends to read the daily newspaper religiously. 
He finds it spectacular when the news comes out on the portal and then on the page.
 The faithful fellow Tobby by his side, on the couch. 
 He always skipped politics and police.I prefered the culture section.
The act of reading with patience, the whole ritual of stroking the news with touch reminds me 
that I never liked reading books online. I also like to feel the paper, sleeping with the book in my arms sometimes, when sleep catches.
I admire him: in all his life he never needed heavy therapy like me. Over time, 
he began to read Rubem Alves books about aging. 
He began to inquire out loud about the finitude of things, 
the unrestrained passing of time, the look lost in some memory.
Don't worry, Dad. As long as they resist, they'll be together just the same:
The newspaper, the tree and you.
4/25/2020