\u201eNu\u2026\u201d, a \u0219optit ea, alb\u0103 ca varul. \u0218oapta i s-a pierdut \u00een t\u0103cerea grea, ca atunci c\u00e2nd se opre\u0219te curentul \u00eentr-o sear\u0103 de iarn\u0103 \u0219i to\u021bi a\u0219teapt\u0103 s\u0103 vad\u0103 ce urmeaz\u0103.<\/p>\n
Preotul a f\u0103cut un pas \u00een spate. O lum\u00e2nare a p\u00e2lp\u00e2it \u0219i ceara a curs pe podeaua rece a bisericii din cartierul nostru, la marginea Ploie\u0219tiului. Cineva a sc\u0103pat o batist\u0103. Am sim\u021bit cum mi se urc\u0103 s\u00e2ngele \u00een cap \u0219i mi se usuc\u0103 gura. M-am apropiat de sicriu, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-mi dau seama c\u00e2nd am \u00eenceput s\u0103 merg.<\/p>\n
Tata st\u0103tea acolo, cu m\u00e2inile pe piept, \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00een costumul lui bun, cel pe care \u00eel purta la nun\u021bi \u0219i botezuri. Fa\u021ba \u00eei era palid\u0103, dar nu rigid\u0103. Pleoapele i-au tremurat din nou. Clar. Nu fusese o n\u0103lucire.<\/p>\n
\u201eChema\u021bi ambulan\u021ba!\u201d, a strigat cineva din spate.<\/p>\n
Mama vitreg\u0103, Elena, s-a prins de marginea sicriului ca de un colac de salvare. Tremura din tot corpul. Eu m-am uitat la tata \u0219i, pentru o clip\u0103, am v\u0103zut aceea\u0219i privire pe care o avea c\u00e2nd venea obosit de la munc\u0103, cu salopeta murdar\u0103 de ulei, \u0219i se a\u0219eza la mas\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 nimic.<\/p>\n
Degetele lui s-au mi\u0219cat iar. De data asta, mai hot\u0103r\u00e2t. Preotul a l\u0103sat crucea jos, iar clopotarul, un b\u0103tr\u00e2n usc\u0103\u021biv, a ie\u0219it \u00een fug\u0103 afar\u0103. Murmurul a crescut, ca un val care nu mai poate fi oprit.<\/p>\n
Ambulan\u021ba a ajuns \u00een c\u00e2teva minute, de\u0219i mie mi s-au p\u0103rut ore. Paramedicii au desf\u0103cut sicriul, au verificat pulsul. Unul dintre ei a ridicat spr\u00e2ncenele \u0219i a spus \u00eencet: \u201eRespir\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cuv\u00e2ntul \u0103sta a lovit biserica mai tare dec\u00e2t orice clopot. Respir\u0103. Tata respir\u0103.<\/p>\n
L-au scos pe targ\u0103, iar eu am fugit dup\u0103 ei, cu inima bubuindu-mi \u00een piept. Elena a r\u0103mas \u00een urm\u0103, pr\u0103bu\u0219it\u0103 pe o banc\u0103, pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd \u00een hohote, de parc\u0103 tot ce tr\u0103ise p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci se sp\u0103rsese \u00eentr-o secund\u0103.<\/p>\n
La spital, medicii ne-au explicat c\u0103 tata suferise o stare rar\u0103, o com\u0103 profund\u0103 care fusese confundat\u0103 cu decesul. Gre\u0219eal\u0103. Un cuv\u00e2nt mic, dar care ne-a schimbat via\u021ba tuturor.<\/p>\n
Tata a deschis ochii a doua zi. Nu vorbea, dar ne str\u00e2ngea m\u00e2na. C\u00e2nd m-a v\u0103zut, a l\u0103crimat. Atunci am \u0219tiut c\u0103 nu fusese doar un reflex. Fusese el, \u00eentorc\u00e2ndu-se.<\/p>\n
Zilele au trecut greu. Vecinii veneau cu saco\u0219e de m\u00e2ncare, cu sup\u0103 la borcan \u0219i p\u00e2ine cald\u0103. Toat\u0103 scara \u0219tia povestea. Unii spuneau c\u0103 a fost minune, al\u021bii c\u0103 a fost noroc chior. Eu nu mai conta cum \u00eei spuneau.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd tata \u0219i-a revenit suficient, a cerut s\u0103 vorbim. Eram doar noi doi, \u00eentr-un salon mic, cu miros de dezinfectant.<\/p>\n
\u201eAm auzit tot\u201d, a spus el, cu voce slab\u0103. \u201eLa \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum mi se str\u00e2nge stomacul.<\/p>\n
\u201e\u0218i \u0219tiu \u0219i altceva\u201d, a continuat. \u201eDespre h\u00e2rtia cu datorie.\u201d<\/p>\n
Atunci am \u00een\u021beles. Cu c\u00e2teva zile \u00eenainte s\u0103 \u201emoar\u0103\u201d, tata semnase o h\u00e2rtie prin care Elena urma s\u0103 primeasc\u0103 o sum\u0103 mare, aproape 80.000 de lei, dintr-un \u00eemprumut pe care el nu-l f\u0103cuse niciodat\u0103. O semn\u0103tur\u0103 gr\u0103bit\u0103, \u00eentr-o sear\u0103 \u00een care nu se sim\u021bea bine.<\/p>\n
Tata a cerut un avocat. A cerut adev\u0103rul.<\/p>\n
Ancheta a fost rapid\u0103. Prea rapid\u0103 ca s\u0103 mai lase loc de scuze. Elena \u00eencercase s\u0103 profite, convins\u0103 c\u0103 totul se terminase. C\u00e2nd adev\u0103rul a ie\u0219it la iveal\u0103, n-a mai avut ce spune. A plecat din via\u021ba noastr\u0103 cu o valiz\u0103 \u0219i cu ru\u0219inea \u00een spate.<\/p>\n
Tata s-a \u00eentors acas\u0103 dup\u0103 dou\u0103 luni. L-am a\u0219teptat cu ciorb\u0103 cald\u0103 \u0219i cu lumina aprins\u0103 pe hol. S-a a\u0219ezat pe canapea, a oftat ad\u00e2nc \u0219i a zis: \u201eSe pare c\u0103 mai am treab\u0103 pe aici.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am r\u00e2s \u0219i am pl\u00e2ns \u00een acela\u0219i timp.<\/p>\n
\u00cen duminica urm\u0103toare, am mers din nou la biseric\u0103. De data asta, tata a aprins o lum\u00e2nare pentru via\u021b\u0103. Clopotul a b\u0103tut, iar sunetul nu mai era ap\u0103s\u0103tor. Era clar, plin.<\/p>\n
Uneori, moartea trece pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine \u0219i te las\u0103 s\u0103 mai tr\u0103ie\u0219ti. Alteori, \u00ee\u021bi arat\u0103 adev\u0103rul exact c\u00e2nd crezi c\u0103 totul s-a terminat. Pentru noi, clipitul acela a fost \u00eenceputul.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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