Vuela Susana, vuela

No estaba gris, no llovía. El cielo de la mañana que Susana decidió salir a volar estaba totalmente despejado. Ni una nube se atrevía a empañar ese azul maravilloso en el que el sol brillaba con orgullo.

Estoy segura, aún para mi tristeza por no volver a escucharla reír –sólo en mi corazón-, de que Dios celebraba que Susy se marchaba a su lado.

Vuela Susana, vuela. Ya no hay dolor, ya no hay amarres.

Papá y mamá te dieron la bendición.

Quienes te aman ya te abrazaron y besaron tu frente.

Tus amigos te cubrieron de flores.

Buen viaje Susana. Vuela, que el cielo te está esperando.

Just that

Melvin Udall: I've got a really great compliment for you, and it's true.
Carol Connelly: I'm so afraid you're about to say something awful.
Melvin Udall: Don't be pessimistic, it's not your style. Okay, here I go: Clearly, a mistake. I've got this, what - ailment? My doctor, a shrink that I used to go to all the time, he says that in fifty or sixty percent of the cases, a pill really helps. I *hate* pills, very dangerous thing, pills. Hate. I'm using the word "hate" here, about pills. Hate. My compliment is, that night when you came over and told me that you would never... well, you were there, you know what you said. Well, my compliment to you is, the next morning, I started taking the pills.
Carol Connelly: I don't quite get how that's a compliment for me.
Melvin Udall: You make me want to be a better man.