When I read the topic of family loyalties, I was struck by the fact that being loyal carries emotional burdens on family members forever and that they are engraved in the subconscious generation after generation.

It is important to ask the question, do you want to follow that loyalty that does not please you or do you know that it brings you conflicts?

Loyalty is something so strong that most family members do not understand it and even resent the relationship of a sibling with a relative, until we realize that this is called loyalty.

I share the story of my mother, who passed away a few months ago. She was the oldest of her 6 siblings, she always told the stories that happened to her because she had to take care of her younger siblings simply because she was the oldest and had to help with this task.

The years passed, she became a woman, she formed her home, she was always attentive to the problems of her siblings, she was always looking for ways to help them, so the years passed, things happened in her family where younger siblings died before her for health reasons, so the years passed.

As she grew older, most of her siblings had passed away...only the eldest and her younger sister remained. The time came when they could no longer see each other because they were miles apart, and their children were almost never available to bring them together.

Her younger sister died while my mother was under my care, I thought that her sadness was stronger, at the beginning she was sad, then she did not show it, although inside she kept her sadness, once she confided it to me. I accompanied her in her sadness.

It was time for her to leave a year after the death of her younger sister. On the day of her burial, a cousin who attended her funeral, told me and I confirmed the bond my mother had with her siblings, especially with two of them, she showed love to all of them, but her youngest brother was her son, she took care of him from his birth until his death. The other one had a very nice relationship with my mother and we all saw how they treated each other.

On this road to the cemetery, the cousin and I were talking about this relationship between them especially, and that my mother being the oldest of them all was the one who finally passed away, after all her siblings left their place in this world.

She tells me that once my cousin and my mother were talking and she told her that until they all left, she would not leave, because she had to take care of them, she could not leave them alone. When I heard this, I thought: what a strong family loyalty, her last months of life in her process of taking off I was listening how she called them, not all at the same time, one day before her death she called my uncle Rafael with whom their brotherly relationship went beyond a brotherly relationship, they respected each other and understood each other very much, a friendship without limits.

Cuando leì el tema de lealtades familiares me llamò mucho la atenciòn cuando exponìan que por ser leales cargaban pesos emocionales los miembros de una familia hasta siempre y que ellas quedan grabadas en el subconsciente generaciòn tras generaciòn.

Es importante hacer la pregunta, ¿Tù quieres seguir esa lealtad que no te agrada o sabes que te trae conflictos?

La lealtad es algo tan fuerte que la mayorìa de los miembros de una familia no lo llegamos a comprender y hasta nos molesta la relaciòn de un hermano con un familiar, hasta que nos damos cuenta que eso se llama lealtad.

Comparto la historia de mi madre, fallecida hace pocos meses. Fue la mayor de sus 6 hermanos, siempre contaba las historias que le ocurrian porque debìa cuidar a sus hermanos menores por el simple hecho ser la mayor y debìa ayudar con esta tarea.

Pasaron los años, se convirtiò en mujer, formò su hogar , siempre estuvo atenta a los problemas de sus hermanos, buscaba como ayudarlos, asì pasaron los años, pasaron cosas en su familia donde hermanos menores que ella por razones de salud fallecieron antes, asì pasaron los años.

Ya longeva, la mayorìa de sus hermanos ya fallecidos...solo queda ella la mayor y su hermana menor. Llegò el mmento que no se pudieron ver màs por razones de traslado porque estaban a kilòmetros de distancia, casi nunca hubo la disponibilidad de sus hijos, tanto de una como de otra, para acercarlas.

Su hermana menor falleciò, estando mi madre bajo mis cuidados, creì que su tristeza serìa màs fuerte, al principio si estuvo triste , luego no lo demostraba aunque en sus adentros si mantenìa la tristeza , una vez me lo confiò. La acompañè en su tristeza.

Llegò el momento de irse a un año de fallecimiento de su hermana menor. El dìa de su sepelio, una prima que asistiò , me contaba y yo le confirmaba acerca de la uniòn que mi madre mantenìa con sus hermanos, especialmente con dos, a todos les demostraba amor, pero su hermano menor fue su hijo, se encargò de cuidarlo desde su nacimiento hasta que llegò su fìn. El otro, tenìa una muy bonita relaciòn con mi madre y todos lo veìamos como se trataban.

En este camino hacia el cementerio, la prima y yo conversàbamos sobre esta relaciòn entre ellos especialmente. y que cosas que mi madre siendo la mayor de todos fue la que finalmente falleciò, despuès que todos sus hermanos dejaron su lugar en este mundo.

Me cuenta , que una vez mi prima y mi madre conversaban y ella le dijo: que hasta que no se fueran todos, ella no se iba, porque debìa cuidar de ellos, no podìa dejarlos solos. Cuando escuchè esto, pensè : què lealtad familiar tan fuerte, sus ùltimos meses de vida en su proceso de despegue yo iba escuchando como los llamaba, no a todos al mismo tiempo, un dìa antes del fallecimiento llamaba a mi tìo Rafael con quien su relaciòn de hermanos iba màs allà de una relaciòn de hermanos, se respetanban mucho y se comprendìan mucho, una amistad sin lìmites.

Allì, todos mis hermanos comprendimos el porquè de la relaciòn de mi madre con ellos.