It is the day of farewell: in the church of San Giovanni Battista, in Samatzai, his hometown, the funeral of Alberto Musio, 75 years old, former carabiniere, president of the volunteer association Acra di Nuraminis, took place.

Struck down by an illness at home, which last week had unfortunately made the arrival of "his boys" on board an ambulance useless: they were the ones who intervened, after receiving the call "that no one would ever have wanted to receive", said, heartbroken, one of the members of the association's board, Eugenio Pinna.

And it is still Pinna who remembers the beloved president. Here is his writing.

«Today we celebrate a great man, great in every sense. When I met Alberto, I was a boy, just entering the world of rescue volunteers who saw the older people in service as idols. Martial appearance, giant, with a marshal's mustache and a deep voice... A very serious expression that almost instills fear in you... I had no idea that, years and years later, I would join the association, of which he is president (because for me he is and will always be), I did not know that I would get to know better that "cuirassier" with a gruff appearance who instead turned out to be the best person I know today.

Little by little I got to know him better, more deeply, until we became friends... In contact every day, I joined the board and, from that day on, I stayed in closer contact with him... Then you start to recognize those expressions, even those of a marshal, then of a friend, sometimes of a father, until you see his vulnerabilities, his health, the problems that he brilliantly overcame despite their severity... And again the smiles... Carrying on an association like that, his second family, "our" second family, was like really doing the job you love, the one they say, "if you do the job you love, you will never work a day"...

He was a constant presence even if not physically... Multiple phone calls a day, every day, jokes alternating with serious things, lunches, dinners, parties... Now I think they will be a bit empty... Now we will no longer be able to say "Tell Alberto, call Alberto, ask Alberto"... He was always there, despite his private problems.

That night, we didn't know he would become our Guardian Angel... We didn't want it... And he probably didn't want it either.
As my colleague wrote in the letter dedicated to him, despite the desperate rush, the ambulance seemed very slow... It was all very strange... It's almost as if we had simply dreamed that operation, while instead it is only the very sad reality.

He told his brother: «If something were to happen to me, I hope my boys come», because we were his boys, after 28 years of presidency, we could not be otherwise, and we were and are happy to be his boys.
I want the story to continue
I want this organization to continue to move forward and grow as he wanted... I want to carry on what he was already doing, we all want that, to keep our gentle giant alive.
Hi there, beautiful, we love you."

(Unioneonline/E.Fr.)

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