When I was little boy I was living with my grandparents and each year few weeks before Easter they would sing songs from Via Dolorosa.

No TV, no internet at that time so I would just sit with them and listen to the songs of bravery of ethics of virtuousness of love of compassion of suffering and sacrifice.

As days where passing the story was getting heavier and heavier crushing me completely down, last few days as crucification would come closer I could not stop crying and yet all together it was beautiful experience to pass through.

And now each Easter I remember these days realizing how I'll never stop to miss and love my grandparents and I'm so grateful for each moment they shared with me.

Happy Easter Everybody!


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