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
Hi, a little bit of regret and a lil’ mystery.
“Hi”. It’s so amazing how this short phrase, this small word, could start a whirlwind of events. It can do so much for us. It can be a small simple exchange between strangers; it could be the only word two long-distances lovers can say. It can also be a cold gesture between used-to be friends… Continue reading Hi, a little bit of regret and a lil’ mystery.
Again
I know it's been rough, loss is the hardest thing, but picking ourselves up is even harder. I know you're sad you'll never see your beloved again but just like the sun sets to rise again the next day, you will see your beloved again. no matter what you believe in. they'll always be in… Continue reading Again
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