I was awakened at two minutes past midnight. A friend informed the passing of a friend who lived in another city.

For months he had been fighting a terrible cancer that seemed to devour his physical being. For a long time he remained hospitalized undergoing aggressive chemotherapy treatment.

He eventually returned home. He wrote to us saying how much he persisted in strengtheing his morale, thanks to the prayers and to the loving care of his wife, who assisted him with devoted affection.

During those months we exchanged many messages. We talked about everything and about nothing. We tried to guide our thoughts toward whatever might bring him a little joy amid so much suffering.

He never complained. He would say that there were deep reasons, he was certain, from a past he could not remember that were the origin of everything that was reaching him now.

On some days, caught up in work, I forgot about the drama of my distant friend. But today, in the early morning, when I learned of his passing, something very interesting happened.

For more than an hour, I remained remembering all the moments I had enjoyed in his company.

I had known his children when they were little, his wife. I had experienced the warmth of his home.

More than once I encountered his smile and open arms waiting for me at the airport when I traveled for the doctrinal activities that united us.

Even when I spoke, he smiled. A special work companion. A husband, a father.

I remembered so many precious moments. It is interesting how our mind works. When I heard of his passing, it is true that I immediately was grateful for his liberation, considering that for days he had been suffering from lung failure, breathing with great difficulty.

But afterward, like a cascade of memories, everything began to surface. And a colorful, wonderful film started to be projected in my mind.

I remembered the marvelous trip to the Iguaçu Falls, the playful moments. I remembered that, his wife, one of his sons and I flew over the Falls in a helicopter. Only a few minutes.

However, when we returned, there he was waiting for us at the landing site, waving and hugging each of us as if we had been apart for a long time.

His name was Carlos. He has passed away. We are certain that he was very well received in the Spiritual World because of his loving attitude, his fidelity to his home, and his dedication to volunteer work.

A special person. He is gone. After all the memories that made us smile, we send him our longing, our tenderness, and we pray deeply for him.

Or could it be that, while remembering so many shared experiences, we were already sending him our best vibrations and thanking God for having shared such a generous friendship?

Isn't it strange that, while we continue along our path, we forget some friends for hours and even days?

Isn't it strange that we cannot recall the thousands of moments we shared?

Yet when they depart, everything comes to the surface, moving us, leading us to smile and to cry.

Perhaps this is the way we honor them and, in our thoughts, accompany them in their first steps on the path into the Spiritual World that they now breathe.

Friend Carlos, wherever you may be, may Jesus be with you.

Spiritist Moment Team, in honor of
Carlos Seris Giese, who passed away
 in the early hours of February 12, 2021.
March 18.2026.