Again?

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When I was just a child, there lived a man about who I thought he'll live a long time from then on, but now I realise that I was wrong...
Iuliu, is a decorator, he've been painting the walls and repairing the stoves even since my mother was 3 and her parents were, well, they were young as well... Aflter about 20 years, I got born, and during my childhood I saw him repairing the stoves, cleaning out the chimneys and painting the walls of the rooms...
He was a black-skined man, tall and slim, with big brown eyes, not beautiful, but ok. He was the son of a hungarian woman and a gipsy man... He didn't manage to speak very well Romanian, even though he had been living in Romania since he was 19, but we always understood his Romanian; he wasn't rich, and he wasn't headstrong, so he always accepted our help which was consisting in money, clothes, food, or other stuff.
In the spring, I knew that Mr. Iuliu had to come and help my granny with the spring cleaning. Now I know he won't come anymore, 'cuz he's ill... :( , he's in coma, and even though the people say that he'll recuperate his health, I don't agree with them... He'll die, I know it.
And here we are again, face to face with the Death, who's calling us, and is taking everybody in her kingdom, which has no limits. I feel like all of us we are walking on a bridge, we are all together, and one by one they fall down in the black fog of the abyss which never ends. That means they die... One by one, important persons in my life died. I meant, just their body died, 'cuz their image, and their memories will remain here, in my mind, untill I'll pass the skip to the other Kingdom, untill I'll be next to them.

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