Giulio and Livia, the two sons of David Sassoli, moved everyone with their letter dedicated to their father and read during the funeral
Yesterday morning, in the basilica of Santa Maria degli Angeli e dei Martiri, in Piazza della Repubblica in Rome, the funeral of David Sassoli. The former President of the European Parliament passed away at the age of 65 after a battle with a disease that left him no way out. To move all those present during the function, in particular, the letter that Giulio and Livia, his children, read for him.
On 11 January, the whole of Europe was shocked by the terrible news of the death by David Sassoli. The former Rai 1 journalist, who in recent years held the prestigious role of President of the European Parliament, died due to a malfunction of his immune system and after a few months ago he had to fight with a serious lung infection.
The solemn ceremonies were held yesterday morning funeral of Sassoli, in the basilica of Santa Maria degli Angeli e dei Martiri, in Piazza della Repubblica in Rome, in the presence of many important personalities and infinite admirers of man, before the professional.
The letter from the sons of David Sassoli
To move particularly during the function, the letter written by sons by Sassoli, Giulio and Livia. This is the text:
There are three words that turn in my head in these hectic and confusing days. Dignity, of those who have never made anyone weigh the disease, neither now nor ten years ago. ‘Yes, but I have to do it’ ‘, you kept repeating to everyone in the hospital, showing us that, in a world of excuses and justifications, the only way you knew to fight was to continue to work, to know, to feed. your infinite passions, smiling.
Passion. For work, for your challenges. But you teach us that having passion also means cultivating sensitivity and care for little things, for the history of people, aware that we can learn from each one and that each deserves to be listened to. An ambitious man, but who has never succumbed to selfishness and subterfuge, a casual man, with a Gascon smile and lively eyes but who blushed at compliments. Which teaches us that popularity only makes sense if you can do useful things.
And finally Love, perhaps it is the most banal, but it is the word that in your last hours you have repeated more often, with your last strength and your last sighs. You said it and you repeated it, you repeated it, you repeated it by yourself, like a cry, like an exhortation. It struck me because until the end you weren’t able to give in to despair, and until the end you talked to us about hope. And then we will try to continue with what you taught us, with strong ideas but with kind, curious and courageous ways, in your memory, with your smile. Good way dad. And, please, ‘judgment’ “.