Irene y David un karma o un castigo / Irene y David a karma or a punishment

Hola amigos de Hive account@freewriter, hoy traigo una historia que me llego viendo mis plantas en el jardín y que da pie a ciertas incertidumbres que de vez en cuando me llegan a mi mente

Hace 15 años tenía yo una dálmata llamada madona, cuya seña particular era un ojo marrón y uno azul. Un día se escapó y conoció a otra dálmata igualita a ella que se llamaba Dona, sus dueños eran Irene y David joven pareja, ella era una muy emprendedora tenía un pequeño vivero, afición que compartíamos e intercambiamos y nos regalamos diferentes matas, asimismo intercambiábamos recetas y probábamos los resultados, en una oportunidad le iba a dar unas matas de sábila y cuadramos para que las viniera a buscar. No apareció y al mes encontraron su cuerpo y el de su esposo enterrados en su patio unas manos asesinas cegaron sus vidas.

Parece mentira que ya no estén, que sus sueños y ambiciones se esfumaron en el universo, los planes para tener familia, Irene era mucho más joven que yo, así que la relación era muchas veces de madre e hija consejos, recetas de cocina y como cuidar las plantas eran frecuentemente en nuestras conversaciones. Irene estudiaba educación y al mismo tiempo daba clases en un pre-escolar donde tenía mucha aceptación por los niños y sus representantes, David era un hombre trabajador y muy comprometido con su relación con Irene, la amaba y se le notaba en la mirada y los dos eran muy guapos.

Una vez me sorprendió con unas hallacas de Caraotas que había hecho con la receta de la abuela de David y me parecieron fabulosas nunca antes las había comido. Así era nuestra amistad llena de detalles pequeños pero muy afectivos.

Un día venia yo en un transporte público y un vecino me comento que estaban desaparecidos, que su familia los estaba buscando, me pregunto si yo sabía algo de ellos, porque habían encontrado a su perra muerta en la quebrada. Esto último no lo podía creer, yo sabía el amor que ella tenía por Dona.

Mi corazón me decía que ella no hubiera abandonado nunca a Dona, que alguna razón de fuerza mayor la obligo a irse sin ella, pero según los comentarios ellos habían mandado un mensaje a sus familiares que estaban en Colombia buscando nuevas oportunidades.

Que sino tan terrible para personas tan agradables, no puedo entender esa situación, una amiga me dice que puede ser algo karmico o una mala hora simplemente.

Entonces pienso yo que es como dicen algunas personas a cada quien le toca lo que merece y cuando los toca la tragedia dicen yo no me merezco esto. Quizás el Karma y el Darma es como el cielo y el infierno cristiano, porque pasan cosas malas a gente buena, porque gente mala muere tranquilamente en sus camas, Como se entienden esas situaciones.

En lo personal creo que somos energía que se transforma cuando morimos, pero algo de nuestra esencia siempre queda junto a las personas que amamos y apreciamos, A veces se hacen notorios, quizás como una remembranza de ese ser querido que ya no está. Para mi Irene está en cada planta que compartimos en cada flor, en cada hoja en...

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Hello friends of Hive account@freewriter, today I bring a story that came to me seeing my plants in the garden and that gives rise to certain uncertainties that from time to time come to my mind.

15 years ago I had a Dalmatian named Madona, whose particular sign was a brown eye and a blue one. One day she escaped and met another Dalmatian just like her, her name was Dona, her owners were Irene and David young couple, she was very enterprising and had a small nursery, hobby that we shared and exchanged and we gave each other different plants, we also exchanged recipes and tested the results, in one opportunity I was going to give her some aloe vera plants and we arranged for her to come and get them. She did not show up and a month later her body and her husband's were found buried in her yard.

It seems unbelievable that they are no longer there, that their dreams and ambitions vanished into the universe, the plans to have a family, Irene was much younger than me, so the relationship was often mother and daughter advice, cooking recipes and how to take care of the plants were frequently in our conversations. Irene was studying education and at the same time teaching at a pre-school where she was very well accepted by the children and their representatives, David was a hard working man and very committed to his relationship with Irene, he loved her and you could see it in his eyes and they were both very handsome.

Once he surprised me with some hallacas de Caraotas that he had made with David's grandmother's recipe and I thought they were fabulous, I had never eaten them before. That was our friendship full of small but very affectionate details.

One day I was on public transportation and a neighbor told me that they were missing, that their family was looking for them, he asked me if I knew anything about them, because they had found their dog dead in the ravine. I could not believe this, I knew the love she had for Dona.

My heart told me that she had never abandoned Dona, that some force majeure forced her to leave without her, but according to the comments they had sent a message to their relatives who were in Colombia looking for new opportunities.

What a terrible fate for such nice people, I can't understand that situation, a friend tells me that it could be something karmic or just a bad time. Then I think that it is like some people say that everyone gets what they deserve and when tragedy strikes them they say I don't deserve this. Maybe Karma and Dharma is like the Christian heaven and hell, because bad things happen to good people, because bad people die peacefully in their beds, as these situations are understood.

Personally I believe that we are energy that transforms when we die, but something of our essence always remains with the people we love and appreciate, sometimes they become noticeable, perhaps as a remembrance of that loved one who is no longer there. For me Irene is in every plant we share, in every flower, in every leaf, in every...