I was 7 years old when we lost you. I remember that dad had gone back home to see if there was anything else he could do. I remember crying a great deal. I saw how sad everyone was and so I became sad. I loved you and still do. I never knew someone could… Continue reading Abuela
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Abuelo
I was sitting on my bed when I first received news. This is the kind of news no one wants to receive ever. There was a gentle knock on my door. You could hear the quiet breathing from behind the door, trying to gain composure, trying to look brave and seem okay. I never met… Continue reading Abuelo
That Day.
"I can't do this anymore". You could hear the desperation in her voice. I didn't know what to say. I was attempting to the best of my ability to try and understand what she was going through. How does one put themselves in someones place when they've never ever experienced such pain, such confusion, such… Continue reading That Day.
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