On Monday I received a terrible news. My cousin Bob had died in a car accident. I had to cut the call because in full control of my emotions would not get to mourn. And I did but the news had been a very strong trancazo. Clear to me that you never have any idea what are the human emotions and the truth is that we intend to add in references such as "mama" "dada", "bride" "Wife" and there are a number of people they want and do not know how it is that we want. Beto
My cousin was only 30 years. There was supposed to make things well, not my uncle was supposed to bury their children. Do not assume that things are well. One of the first transfer I did was this. It hurt to think about having to bury a son, Diego and I thought James and I each and every one of the clichés. "Never grow up, they promise me will never die" and stuff. I said them to myself because in reality Diego and Santiago never met my cousin Beto.
few words I could say or write about it. I think I'm very hard on myself and I laying or lose his composure. I am fair as the tundra, but frankly after a brother, a cousin is the closest. We had enough of not living. Almost everyone has caught our way each and the last time I saw him was three years ago when my grandmother died, but for other children were very close and we were playmates.
In the same sobriety of my emotions and in the same line of not understanding, my Aunt Juanita, after the funeral, hugged me and said "you was your playmate." And that was when I clicked everything I was feeling. When people we love and meant something in our lives die carry with them a part of you. It is a witness who you were, how you were, what you did. You know when you come to turn to those stages and those memories will not be the person who could trigger your memory. Since Monday he wanted to remember a song which reminded many a time among the four: My cousin Joe, his sister, and I mine. I think we had gone to a walk, maybe to Spain and Parque Estanzuela.
One day Anna told me that scared him my way, it seemed that nothing moved me. Even on Tuesday said it was not like The Stranger and cry. Actually I'm not a stone but my spirituality is manifested through prayers and conceptions of divinity I think I avoid sociopathy through poetry and music.
Since Monday he wanted to remember on Thursday that song and I finally remembered!
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