Mi Primo Esteban
Saludos mis amigos de Holos, el tema de la perdidas, de la muerte es siempre algo doloroso y muchas veces evitamos incluso hablar de ello, aún cuando sabemos que es lo único que cada uno de nosotros tiene seguro.
Recientemente me tocó despedir a mi papá, muere en nuestros brazos, rodeado de su esposa y sus hijos, y siendo este lo que uno considera el ciclo de la vida, igualmente duele, duele la ausencia, duele los momentos en el que no estará, los 15 de mi hija, su graduación, otra navidad, o simplemente verlo sentado en el porche con mi mamá.
Mi Tío Alex y mi Hija Luz
La perdida de un niño duele incluso se puede decir que perder un hijo ni siquiera tiene nombre, uno piensa que tienen un montón de historias por crear, amores que disfrutar, besos por robar y sueños que cumplir. Nos parece hasta injusto que se despidan sin haber cometido locuras, errores, sin haber cantado a todo pulmón en un concierto.
Nos tocó vivirlo de cerca con la muerte de mi primo, hijo de mi tío Alexis con tan solo 14 años de edad.
Fue terrible ver como mi tío sale de la habitación diciendo que su hijo iba a morir. Lo sentimos hasta irónico ya que tanto él como su esposa y su hijo son médicos, tenían el conocimiento, los recursos, los contactos y no poder salvarle la vida.
Un cáncer de colón se los arrebató, es muy inusual en niños, y cuando aparece a esta edad es sumamente mortal. Sólo podíamos estar allí, darle amor, acompañarlo durante y después, respetando sus espacios, sus deseos de estar solo con sus recuerdos, con sus pocas ganas de sonreír.
La terapia formó parte de sus vidas para toda la familia, desde antes que mi primo falleciera. Algo que les ayudo a continuar con sus vidas. Ya sonreír no duele, no sienten culpa de seguir aquí, porque ahora existe en ellos la paz de haber hecho todo por él, haberle amado y haber hecho todo lo posible para que no sufriera y la esperanza de volverse a encontrar.
Lo mejor que hicimos fue estar para él, comprenderle y dejar vivir su duelo a su tiempo. No le impedimos que llorara, le escuchamos sus historias, contamos anécdotas y recuerdos con él, hablar de él sin temor a hacerle daño, sino agradecidos por haberlo conocido.
Él era un ángel en la tierra y si algo es cierto que cuando eso ocurre su estancia es corta y sus enseñanzas muchas.
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Mi Primo Esteban
Greetings my friends of Holos, the subject of loss, of death is always something painful and many times we avoid even talking about it, even when we know that it is the only thing that each one of us has for sure.
Recently I had to say goodbye to my dad, he died in our arms, surrounded by his wife and children, and this being what one considers the cycle of life, it also hurts, it hurts the absence, it hurts the moments in which he will not be there, my daughter's 15th birthday, her graduation, another Christmas, or just seeing him sitting on the porch with my mom.
My Uncle Alex and my Daughter Luz
The loss of a child hurts, it can even be said that losing a child does not even have a name, one thinks that they have a lot of stories to create, loves to enjoy, kisses to steal and dreams to fulfill. It even seems unfair to us that they say goodbye without having made crazy things, mistakes, without having sung at the top of their lungs in a concert.
We had to live it closely with the death of my cousin, son of my uncle Alexis, who was only 14 years old.
It was terrible to see my uncle leave the room saying that his son was going to die. We even felt it ironic since he, his wife and son are doctors, they had the knowledge, the resources, the contacts and not being able to save his life.
A colon cancer took them away, it is very unusual in children, and when it appears at this age it is extremely deadly. **We could only be there, give him love, accompany him during and after, respecting his spaces, his wishes to be alone with his memories, with his little desire to smile.
Therapy was part of their lives for the whole family, since before my cousin passed away. Something that helped them move on with their lives. Smiling doesn't hurt anymore, they don't feel guilty for still being here, because now they have the peace of having done everything for him, having loved him and done everything possible so he wouldn't suffer, and the hope of finding each other again.
The best thing we did was to be there for him, to understand him and let him grieve in his own time. We did not stop him from crying, we listened to his stories, we told anecdotes and memories with him, talking about him without fear of hurting him, but grateful for having known him.
He was an angel on earth and if anything it is true that when that happens his stay is short and his teachings many.
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