Father needed support during the wake…
They had gone to share good news, not to say goodbye. Relatives remember how Drielle’s eyes shone as she spoke about the house she had finally managed to buy, a promise of stability for Helena, João Lúcio, and little José Augusto. Hours later, the same relatives would stand before four coffins, struggling to understand how a road could erase an entire future in a single night.
At the City Council, where the wake was held, silence often spoke louder than tears. Friends clasped hands, neighbors embraced strangers, and stories of the family’s tenderness and courage passed from person to person like a fragile candle in the dark. In that shared grief, Sidrolândia found a quiet strength: a vow to remember their names, to care for those left behind, and to treat every goodbye as if it might unexpectedly be the last.
