Dear Family and Friends,

Isabela, Luciana and I are greatly thankful for your messages of support and hope on this absurd and devastating situation.

We are doing the best we can to cope with Carlos's absence. Even though he is not physically present, he is protecting us and guiding us through these difficult times. 

The family is supporting Winston's Wish, the charity for bereaved children as a continuation of Carlos's legacy and love for children. 

We would like to share with you two things:

1. A beautiful writing and poem by Isabela Estrada, Carlos's oldest daugther and

2. A Poem of canon delivered at a sermon in St Paul's Cathedral on Whitsunday 1910, that has helped us ease the pain and see this situation not as the end, but rather as an opportunity to continue celebrating life

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1. A beautiful writing and poem by Isabela Estrada

 

Me , Isabela Estrada and my sister Luciana Estrada will be the happiest girls in the world if you could donate some money for our dad's wish come true.

 

You would make my mum's and our life easier and calmer.

 

Of course me and my sister don't understand everything. People sometimes think that we do not understand our father's death but we do.

 

I would like you to know this poem I  wrote myself.

 

Playing with his daughters was his favorite thing

 

Every time he wanted to sing

 

He always liked to play football

 

But once he broke his elbow

 

His favorite colour was green

 

And he will always be keen

 

He loved going on an adventure

 

And he believed in centuars

 

What he really loved was to read with us

 

And he never made a fuss

 

 

 

Thank you for reading this poem,

 

Isabela Estrada       Luciana Estrada

 

(Us in the poem mean his daughters)

 

THANKYOU FOR READING THIS !!!!

 

2. Poem of canon delivered at a sermon in St Paul's Cathedral on 1910

======Death is Nothing All======

I am I and you are you

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still

I have only slipped away into the next room

Call me by my old familiar name

Speak to me in the easy way you always used

Put no difference into your tone

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we always enjoyed together

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was

Let it be spoken without effort

Without the ghost of a shadow in it

Life means all that it ever meant

It is the same as it ever was

There is absolute unbroken continuity

What is death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind

Because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you for an interval

Somewhere very near

Just around the corner

All is well.

Nothing is past; nothing is lost.

One brief moment and all will be as it was before.

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again.

Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918, Canon of St Paul's Cathedral

 'The King of Terrors', a sermon on death delivered in St Paul's Cathedral on Whitsunday 1910, while the body of King Edward VII was lying in state at Westminster