Massa's farewell to his two "boys"

An entire generation greets Alessio and Andrea. The "Wolly" family allocates the offers to the small Micol

MASS. The spirit of community survives in this city, the ability to create bonds. Beyond belonging, beyond personal stories, beyond differences. Yesterday Massa demonstrated that ability. He shows it in the morning when, at 9.30 am, he greets in the church of San Sebastiano Alessio Bellanti, 43 years old. This is confirmed in the afternoon at the Sanctuary of Quercioli to embrace the family of Andrea Mariani who was 45 years old. An entire city that loses two of its "boys". United by a tragic fate, both betrayed by a heart attack. . Alessio is greeted by friends, schoolmates, a whole generation, those in their forties. There are the familiar faces of the city and of politics. Transversal. There is Martina Nardi, there is Marco Amorese and there is Lorenzo Pascucci, intimate friend of Alessio: it is he, together with other friends, to accompany him, on his shoulder, to church. Because Alessio – tells those who knew him well – knew how to create them, and cultivate them, the bonds. There is the world of commerce: it is close to his brother Giacomo and his mother Luana, for years the kind face of Torrefazione in Largo Matteotti. There is the emotion of Fausto Tardelli, bishop of Pistoia and cousin of Luana: it is he who celebrates, with Don Luca Franceschini is Don Daniele Ferrari, he is the one who remembers that "in the face of such agony, our words are fragile".

A city that is community. Also at the Sanctuary: to greet Andrea, "Wolly", yesterday afternoon, there is all Quercioli, there is all Turano, there are friends of a lifetime, peers and who, instead, that generous boy saw him grow up. Generous until the last – remembers from the altar don Mario Amadi. So generous that he had decided, for some time, that if anything happened to him, he wanted his organs to be donated. Generous he and his family: they do not want flowers, they ask that the offers be all destined to the small Micol, the child affected by a rare disease with the hope that it can be cured. From parents to parents. The strength of those who suffer, the courage to open up to the joy of others, to the possibility that someone from suffering can escape. The act of love in pain.

And an entire city that mourns two familiar faces, two smiles, two "boys", squeezes their families and hopes that a child and a family can really do it. –