domingo, 27 de junio de 2010

The Gift


After leaving her, I sat down inside the car. I couldn’t avoid looking at the drawing that said for dad on the back seat.

I jumped off the vehicle. I ran into the building. Entered to where it was supposed to be. I found myself in a dark, empty room. I checked a few rooms to the right of the hall, a couple to the left. Out of nowhere a man bumped into me. He was dressed with a green shirt and a white overall. I never forgot the look he was then giving to me. I never forgot the words which came out of his mouth.

- Sir, we were looking for you. I am very sorry. She passed away this morning. There was no pain, she was asleep.

There is not such a better thing than being a father. However I wished her mother were with us. I miss Her, so much, so often. Nevertheless, she reminds me to her mother. They had the same little nose, same golden-weaved hair, same likes in terms of cloths, and indeed they shared their very good taste on them. Not to ignore in any way, those light blue eyes were all mines. Of course, with here mom, we also shared to her. We devoted our passion, time and over all of it, our heart.

“Feels something like summertime

Top down ain't nothing but time

Radio's on and you're by my side

Feels something like summertime

....”

- You know, I like this song you’ve picked dear. Oh! Shall we go to the beach next? Or, how about we’ll go find you something nice later this afternoon, huh? As it is said, Life is too short to watch it pass by.





- Finally in home… for a few. I’ll go visit Her. It’s been a while and I’m pretty sure those last flowers which were left are not still red, nor very alive. You may stay if you don’t feel like coming; I’m not making you if you don’t want to. Did I ever tell you she was as pretty as you?



- Honey! I’m home! Did you miss me mu-

I was frozen, my fingertips were shaking. I felt a very cold sensation climbing through my back; it was as if my blood had been injected with ice in less than a second. I saw her, immobilized, laying on the ground, not moving at all. For a second, my body didn’t respond to my thoughts, but I wouldn’t stay there. I could not allow myself to fail, not again.

I dropped all what I had on me; I picked her still warm body, grabbed the car keys and sat her in it. I finally arrived to the emergency room, and a couple of minutes had passed by, in what it seemed to be like hours to me. All of a sudden she was surrounded by professionals taking care of the one I loved the most, Her.

I woke up, in the car; the hospital was full last night and there wasn’t either a sofa or a chair for me to sleep. I was slept on the back seat, and as I was waking up, I saw that one draw she made for me. The idea of how important this could be just popped out off my mind. This could be that answer I’ve been looking for since She left us. It was the time now, my time. I had a chance.

I jumped off the vehicle. I ran into the building. Entered to where it was supposed to be…


- … The sun is now being born again, as your mother did, as you will. Let me tell you, you helped me more than what no one else could manage to. I’ll never know if you knew, or if you did not. All in all, the answer was just with us, always, inside us, inside everybody. So close, and so distant. It’s time now Hun. I just needed to say goodbye, but more than anything: thank you. Thanks for all these feelings, emotions of being mine, and I being yours.

I carefully folded the drawing and softly I let it go with her. I said goodbye. Or was it more like a See you Later?


“Do you remember

In December

How we swore we'd never change

Even though you're leaving

That our feelings

Would always stay the same

I wish we could be laughing

Instead I'm standing here asking

Do we have to end this now

Can we make it last somehow

We both know what we've gotta say, not today

Cause I don't wanna leave this way



And if it's over

It hurts but I'm giving you my word

I hope that you're always

Happy like we were

Happy like we were”


El autor escribió este texto con sus idas y venidas, con un idioma todavía con algunos faltantes.... con mucho sentimiento.
Juan tiene 16 años, a los 14 enfrentó a la muerte con tanta valentía y madurez que aún me sigue enseñando como confrontar las aristas duras de la vida.... Juan es mi hijo, y Juan es uno de los 3 mejores regalos que me dió la vida.


Juan es el autor de este texto y cuando lo lei lloré como...... como..... como una madre,  por el simple hecho de que me parece que él tiene las cosas un poco más claras que yo.

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Betiana dijo...

WOW.
Just WOW.
3 million times WOW!

Mr.Halls dijo...

¡GLUP!

"I hope that you're always Happy like we were"...

That's a perfect wish.

¿Me puedo quedar con esa frase?

Yoni Bigud dijo...

Felicidades a usté. La salud de los hijos es lo más emocionante de todo.

Un saludo.

Artus dijo...

Juancho ha aprendido algunas cosas de la manera más fuerte y dolorosa. Entiendo tu orgullo; siempre he creído q' los hijos son "lo más", a pesar q' traigan algunos dolores de cabeza, las ocasiones de alegría, disfrute y orgullo supera todo.

Es muy bueno sentir orgullo y amarlos cuanto se pueda... (lo dice Uno q' no es Padre)

Que tengan buenas vivencias, Vos y los 3 sotretas :)

RELATO DEL PRESENTE dijo...

Increible lo de Johnny. Sencillamente, impresionante

Gabriela dijo...

gracias por los comentarios.. yo no puedo agregar nada màs que lo que dije....

Algunos conocen de cerca lo que nos ha tocado pasar como familia, me han aguantado las angustias y los mocos sosteniéndome el alma brindando el soporte emocional tan necesario en esos momentos donde una se siente totalmente desolada.

Beso grande!

Dr. dijo...

""Thanks for all these feelings, emotions of being mine, and I being yours.""

Cuando alguien a quien amamos se convierte en una memoria ..... esta memoria pasa a ser nuestro mas apreciado tesoro.

Gabriela, que la vida les traiga solamente salud, amores y abundancia.

Almafuerte dijo...

Felicitaciones a Juan por su asombroso talento (16 años!), y felicitaciones a la mamá por su legítimo orgullo.

En casa estamos pasando por un momento complicado, por eso me reconforta muchísimo leer que hayas superado la desolación, y reconquistado la "normalidad" - o como se llame la vida de cada día.

Besos!

Gabriela dijo...

Dr y que tambièn nos dè música y alegrías!!

alma cuantas veces hay que pelarse las rodillas con la bici para poder dar una vuelta manzana completa? Yo no las contè... y tampoco me di cuenta de cuando dejè de caerme (tanto).
Un día, cuando pase la tormenta, te vas a dar cuenta de eso... de que YA PASÓ!

saludos!