Hola, como estan todos? espero que esten muy bien, hoy vengo a hablarles sobre alguien muy especial en mi vida que ya no esta conmigo, una persona que me guio por el buen camino y me hizo tomar buenas decisiones, el es mi amigo Dennys.
Lo conoci hace 9 años, estando embarazada, nos hicimos amigos al instante, el era cristiano evangelico y yo bueno, siempre he sido libre pensante por lo cual teniamos muchas conversaciones. Fuimos novios por muy corto tiempo, fue mas que todo diversion, pero eramos mejor amigos, el se encargo de que mi embarazo fuera lo menos feo posible, me llevaba de paseo todo el tiempo, me compraba mis antojos, me hacia sentir mejor cuando lloraba, en otro post explicare el porque de esto, pero el punto es que, el estuvo a mi lado cuando mas lo necesitaba, me tendio su mano, cuando mi hijo nacio, lo vino a conocer y mi niño, siendo un bebe, reconocio su voz enseguida, el sabia que ese era su tio Dennys.
En esa foto, como pueden ver, sale Axel tambien, el chico del cual hice un post ayer, el papa de mi hijo, en ese momento fuimos a comer helado y yo estaba embarazada pero fue uno de nuestros mejores recuerdos, los 3 estabamos juntos para todos lados y todos los dias iban a verme a mi casa y a llevarme a comer, se hicieron cargo de mi sin pedirselos. El era muy gracioso y ocurrente, miren esta foto por ejemplo.
Un dia vino a visitarme y no se le ocurrio otra cosa que ponerse el bolso encia, ponerle unos lentes y sacar una foto, nos reimos mucho ese dia.
Lo que mas le gustaba comer era pizza, doritos como a mi, y por su puesto, mandocas con frescolita, la mandoca es una comida tipica de mi ciudad y la frescolita es una soda roja muy dulce que a mi no me gusa mucho la verdad pero a el le encantaba, le decian mandoca por cariño, de hecho.
En esa foto yo fui a visitarlo, me sentia mal asi que nos acostamos un rato, nos sacamos una foto y estuvimos hablando todo el rato, regrese a mi casa sintiendome muchisimo mejor. Le debo mucho a el.
Un dia, en el 2016, junio 17, me informan que estaba mal en una clinica, que necesitaba donantes de sangre, quise ir de una vez pero a esa hora ya no aceptaban donantes asi que dije que iria a primera hora al otro dia. Murio en la madrugada... y me lo dijeron en la mañana.
No podia creerlo, el dolor que senti, no se lo deseo a nadie, mi amigo, ya no estaba. Fui a su funeral y no me lo crei hasta que lo vi ahi, en su urna, le dije lo mucho que lo queria y llorando me despedi de el, creo que jamas habia llorado tanto. Todavia lloro a veces pero entendi que Dios lo llamo y el se tenia que ir con El y aqui estoy, hablandole a el cada vez que quiero.
Espero que les haya gustado mi post y que su memoria no muera y todos puedan saber la persona que era. Hasta la proxima! Gracias por leer.
My friend Dennys.
Hello, how are you all? I hope you are very well, today I am here to tell you about someone very special in my life who is no longer with me, a person who guided me on the right path and made me make good decisions, he is my friend Dennys.
I met him 9 years ago, when I was pregnant, we became friends instantly, he was an evangelical Christian and I, well, I've always been a free thinker, which is why we had many conversations. We were dating for a very short time, it was mostly fun, but we were best friends, he made sure that my pregnancy was as smooth as possible, he took me for walks all the time, he bought my cravings, he made me feel better when I cried, in another post I will explain why, but the point is that he was by my side when I needed him the most, he held out his hand, when my son was born, he came to meet him and my son, being a baby, recognized his voice right away, he knew that it was him his uncle Dennys.
In that photo, as you can see, Axel also appears, the boy I made a post about yesterday, my son's father, at that moment we went to eat ice cream and I was pregnant but it was one of our best memories, the 3 of us were everywhere together and every day they would see me at my house and take me to eat, they took care of me without asking. He was very funny and witty, look at this photo for example.
One day he came to visit me and the only thing that occurred to him was to put on his bag, put some glasses on it and take a picture, we laughed a lot that day.
What he liked to eat the most was pizza, doritos like me, and of course, mandocas with frescolita, mandoca is a typical food from my city and frescolita is a very sweet red soda that I don't really like very much but he loved it, they called him mandoca out of affection, in fact.
In that photo I went to visit him, I felt bad so we lay down for a while, we took a picture and we were talking all the time, I returned home feeling much better. I owe a lot to him.
One day, in 2016, June 17, they informed me that I was wrong at a clinic, that I needed blood donors, I wanted to go at once but at that time they were no longer accepting donors so I said I would go first thing the next day. He died in the early morning... and they told me in the morning.
I couldn't believe it, the pain I felt, I don't wish it on anyone, my friend, he was gone. I went to his funeral and I didn't believe it until I saw him there, in his urn, I told him how much I loved him and crying I said goodbye to him, I don't think I had ever cried so much. I still cry sometimes but I understood that God called him and he had to go with him and here I am, talking to him whenever I want.
I hope you liked my post and that his memory does not die and everyone can know the person he was. Until next time! Thank you for reading.