Beginning last week I saw a publication by an old friend of mine from the university thanking God that his brother, a young man of my age (with 37 we are still young) had come out of an emergency operation very well and was already out of danger, two days later, another friend wrote to me giving me the bad news that the boy had died. A last-minute complication from that emergency surgery caused him to stop breathing and he died within minutes with no one to help him. Hours earlier he had been sharing with his family in that hospital room.
I remember that the day my paternal grandmother passed away, although she had been ill for months, was something that took me by surprise, because when I came home from work that day, it was a Friday and I had gone to have a few beers with my co-workers so I arrived an hour late to visit her, I always did it when I came home from work, I was with her telling her about my day at work and trying to get some smiles out of her, she couldn't talk but she let me know that she was listening to me with her smile and her look, I went home, and while I was watching TV the phone rang, it was my aunt, crying she said that my grandmother was dying, that we were going to be with her. My life collapsed for an instant, she was my mother, more than my grandmother, I was with her until she stopped breathing, cries of pain and much crying were heard that night, I think I did not cry, I still could not believe that only minutes before she was smiling at me and now I would not do it anymore, we would only have that night with her, because the next day she would be already underground.
My mother's younger brother, our favorite uncle, for being the youngest of my mother's brothers I remember that he played with my brother and me as if he were our older brother, he was always looking out for my mother and us, I do not remember that any of my uncles did it like him, he drove cement trucks, one Sunday he came to say goodbye to my mother, he told her that he would travel to the east of the country because he had to make a delivery of cement and that he would return on Wednesday to share a lunch, certainly arrived that Wednesday at lunchtime, but in a coffin, hours later of having passed to say goodbye to my mother the truck he was driving lost the brakes and went to hit a ravine losing his life instantly, it has been about 25 years since that happened and my mother still does not overcome that loss.
My Godfather was one of the happiest people I knew, a healthy person who cared a lot about his health, he was my aunt's husband, someone who even though he didn't have the same blood as I did, he always called me to come to his house because he had some detail for me, a candy, a bracelet, a ponytail for my hair, He was also one of my confidants, always advising me, one Friday he called me to go have a few beers with them and I did not want to go, that day the laziness did not let me leave my house, the next Saturday I went to visit him before going to a friend's house but he was not there because he had gone out with a friend of his. I went to my friends' house and on the way there my mother called me to tell me that my uncle (more than a godfather he was an uncle to me) had died, a sudden heart attack did not give him time to say goodbye even to his children.
All of them left children, mothers, wives, entire families in tears, because in most cases no one expected their death, but this is an abuser who always arrives uninvited and much less expected. My friend's brother left a family, children, wife, and mother who mourned him more than ever yesterday, My grandmother left us all remembering her every mother's day with sadness, my maternal uncle left a wife with 6 children and a mother who remembers him every day, my godfather left my widowed aunt and her two orphaned children, yesterday we remember him a lot because he celebrated Mother's Day as if it were his day. We all gave them one last kiss and one last hug, not knowing what that was, the last one!
I remember my grandmother always said that to die we need to be alive! And it's a cruel phrase but so true, because today we are alive, but tomorrow we don't know if we will be! Life is an instant and we do not know at what moment it is taken from us, that is why love today, embrace today, kiss today, tell your mother today that you love her, let's not wait for a special day to do it, every day is good to show our loved ones that we love them and that they are everything to us, let's not wait that it is too late to regret not having done it.
Thank you for taking the time to read this post, if you have any questions, criticisms or suggestions, I would appreciate it if you would put them in the comment box, and remember, you can make magic in the kitchen too, and wherever you go!
I remember that the day my paternal grandmother passed away, although she had been ill for months, was something that took me by surprise, because when I came home from work that day, it was a Friday and I had gone to have a few beers with my co-workers so I arrived an hour late to visit her, I always did it when I came home from work, I was with her telling her about my day at work and trying to get some smiles out of her, she couldn't talk but she let me know that she was listening to me with her smile and her look, I went home, and while I was watching TV the phone rang, it was my aunt, crying she said that my grandmother was dying, that we were going to be with her. My life collapsed for an instant, she was my mother, more than my grandmother, I was with her until she stopped breathing, cries of pain and much crying were heard that night, I think I did not cry, I still could not believe that only minutes before she was smiling at me and now I would not do it anymore, we would only have that night with her, because the next day she would be already underground.
My mother's younger brother, our favorite uncle, for being the youngest of my mother's brothers I remember that he played with my brother and me as if he were our older brother, he was always looking out for my mother and us, I do not remember that any of my uncles did it like him, he drove cement trucks, one Sunday he came to say goodbye to my mother, he told her that he would travel to the east of the country because he had to make a delivery of cement and that he would return on Wednesday to share a lunch, certainly arrived that Wednesday at lunchtime, but in a coffin, hours later of having passed to say goodbye to my mother the truck he was driving lost the brakes and went to hit a ravine losing his life instantly, it has been about 25 years since that happened and my mother still does not overcome that loss.
My Godfather was one of the happiest people I knew, a healthy person who cared a lot about his health, he was my aunt's husband, someone who even though he didn't have the same blood as I did, he always called me to come to his house because he had some detail for me, a candy, a bracelet, a ponytail for my hair, He was also one of my confidants, always advising me, one Friday he called me to go have a few beers with them and I did not want to go, that day the laziness did not let me leave my house, the next Saturday I went to visit him before going to a friend's house but he was not there because he had gone out with a friend of his. I went to my friends' house and on the way there my mother called me to tell me that my uncle (more than a godfather he was an uncle to me) had died, a sudden heart attack did not give him time to say goodbye even to his children.
All of them left children, mothers, wives, entire families in tears, because in most cases no one expected their death, but this is an abuser who always arrives uninvited and much less expected. My friend's brother left a family, children, wife, and mother who mourned him more than ever yesterday, My grandmother left us all remembering her every mother's day with sadness, my maternal uncle left a wife with 6 children and a mother who remembers him every day, my godfather left my widowed aunt and her two orphaned children, yesterday we remember him a lot because he celebrated Mother's Day as if it were his day. We all gave them one last kiss and one last hug, not knowing what that was, the last one!
I remember my grandmother always said that to die we need to be alive! And it's a cruel phrase but so true, because today we are alive, but tomorrow we don't know if we will be! Life is an instant and we do not know at what moment it is taken from us, that is why love today, embrace today, kiss today, tell your mother today that you love her, let's not wait for a special day to do it, every day is good to show our loved ones that we love them and that they are everything to us, let's not wait that it is too late to regret not having done it.
By the way Happy and blessed mother's day! Every day has to be pampered and loved!
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A principios de la semana pasada vi una publicacion de una vieja amiga de la universidad dando gracias a Dios porque su hermano, un joven de mi edad (con 37 aun somos jovenes) habia salido muy bien de una operacion de urgencia y ya estaba fuera de peligro, dos dias despues, otra amiga me escribia dandome la mala noticia de que el chico habia muerto. Una complicacion de ultimo momento a raiz de aquella cirugia de emergencia le produjo un paro respiratorio y fallecio en cuestion de minutos sin que nadie pudiera hacer nada. Horas antes habia estado compartiendo con sus familiares en aquella sala de hospital.
Recuerdo que el dia que mi abuela paterna fallecio, aunque llevaba meses enferma, fue algo que me tomo por sorpresa, pues al llegar del trabajo ese dia, era un viernes y habia ido a tomar unas cervezas con mis compañeros de trabajo por lo que llegue una hora tarde a visitarla, siempre lo hacia al llegar del trabajo, estuve con ella contandole sobre mi dia de trabajo y tratando de sacarle unas sonrisas, ella no podia hablar pero me dejaba saber que me escuchaba con su sonrisa y su mirada, me fui a casa, y mientras estaba viendo television sono el telefono, era mi tia, llorando dijo que mi abuela estaba agonizando, que fueramos a estar con ella. Mi vida se derrumbo por un instante, ella era mi madre, mas que mi abuela, estuve con ella hasta que dejo de respirar, gritos de dolor y mucho llanto se escucharon esa noche, yo creo que no llore, aun no podia creer que solo minutos antes ella me estaba sonriendo y ahora ya no lo haria mas, solo tendriamos esa noche con ella, pues al dia siguiente ya estaria bajo tierra.
El hermano menor de mi madre, nuestro tio favorito, por ser el menor de los hermanos de mi madre recuerdo que jugaba con mi hermano y conmigo como si fuera nuestro hermano mayor, siempre estaba al pendiente de mi madre y de nosotros, no recuerdo que alguno de mis tios lo hiciera como el, el manejaba camiones de cemento, un domingo vino a despedirse de mi madre, le dijo que viajaria al oriente del pais pues tenia que hacer una entrega de cemento, y que regresaria el miercoles para que compartieran un almuerzo, ciertamente llego ese miercoles a la hora del almuerzo, pero en un ataud, horas mas tarde de haber pasado a despedirse de mi madre el camion que manejaba perdio los frenos y fue a dar a un barranco perdiendo la vida de manera instantanea, han pasado unos 25 años desde que eso sucedio y mi madre aun no supera esa perdida.
Mi Padrino era una de las personas mas alegres que conociera, una persona sana que cuidaba mucho de su salud, era el esposo de mi tia, alguien que aunque no tuviera la misma sangre que yo me queria como si lo fuera, siempre me llamaba para que fuera a su casa porque me tenia algun detalle, un dulce, una pulsera, una coleta para el cabello, ademas era uno de mis confidentes, siempre me aconsejaba, un viernes me llamo para que fuera a tomarme unas cervezas con ellos y yo no quise ir, ese dia la flojera no me dejaba salir de mi casa, el sabado siguiente fui a visitarlo antes de irme a casa de unos amigos pero el no estaba pues habia salido con un amigo de el. Me fui a casa de mis amigos y en el camino cuando estaba a punto de llegar mi madre me llamo para decirme que me regresara que mi tio (mas que un padrino era un tio para mi) habia muerto, un infarto fulminante no le dio tiempo de despedirse ni siquiera de sus hijos.
Todos ellos dejaron hijos, madres, esposas, familias enteras undidos en llanto, porque en cu mayoria nadie esperaba su muerte, pero esta es una abusadora que llega siempre sin ser invitada y mucho menos esperada, el hermano de mi amiga dejo una familia, hijos, esposa y una madre que ayer lo lloraron mas que nunca, mi abuela nos dejo a todos recordandola cada dia de las madres con tristeza, mi tio materno dejo una esposa con 6 hijos y una madre que lo recuerda a diario, mi padrino dejo a mi tia viuda y a sus dos hijos huerfanos, ayer lo recordamos mucho porque el celebraba el dia de las madres como si fuera su dia. a todos les dimos un ultimo beso y un ultimo abrazo, sin saber que era eso, ¡El ultimo!
Recuerdo que mi abuela siempre decia ¡Para morir sono necesitamos estar vivos! y es una frase cruel pero tan cierta, porque ¡Hoy estamos vivos, pero mañana no sabemos si lo vamos a estar! La vida es un instante y no sabemos en que momento nos la arrevatan, por eso ama hoy, abraza hoy, besa hoy, dile a tu madre hoy que la amas, no esperemos un dia en especial para hacerlo, todos los dias son buenos para demostrarle a nuestros seres queridos que los amamos y que son todo para nosotros, no esperemos que sea demasiado tarde para arrepentirnos de no haberlo hecho.
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Recuerdo que el dia que mi abuela paterna fallecio, aunque llevaba meses enferma, fue algo que me tomo por sorpresa, pues al llegar del trabajo ese dia, era un viernes y habia ido a tomar unas cervezas con mis compañeros de trabajo por lo que llegue una hora tarde a visitarla, siempre lo hacia al llegar del trabajo, estuve con ella contandole sobre mi dia de trabajo y tratando de sacarle unas sonrisas, ella no podia hablar pero me dejaba saber que me escuchaba con su sonrisa y su mirada, me fui a casa, y mientras estaba viendo television sono el telefono, era mi tia, llorando dijo que mi abuela estaba agonizando, que fueramos a estar con ella. Mi vida se derrumbo por un instante, ella era mi madre, mas que mi abuela, estuve con ella hasta que dejo de respirar, gritos de dolor y mucho llanto se escucharon esa noche, yo creo que no llore, aun no podia creer que solo minutos antes ella me estaba sonriendo y ahora ya no lo haria mas, solo tendriamos esa noche con ella, pues al dia siguiente ya estaria bajo tierra.
El hermano menor de mi madre, nuestro tio favorito, por ser el menor de los hermanos de mi madre recuerdo que jugaba con mi hermano y conmigo como si fuera nuestro hermano mayor, siempre estaba al pendiente de mi madre y de nosotros, no recuerdo que alguno de mis tios lo hiciera como el, el manejaba camiones de cemento, un domingo vino a despedirse de mi madre, le dijo que viajaria al oriente del pais pues tenia que hacer una entrega de cemento, y que regresaria el miercoles para que compartieran un almuerzo, ciertamente llego ese miercoles a la hora del almuerzo, pero en un ataud, horas mas tarde de haber pasado a despedirse de mi madre el camion que manejaba perdio los frenos y fue a dar a un barranco perdiendo la vida de manera instantanea, han pasado unos 25 años desde que eso sucedio y mi madre aun no supera esa perdida.
Mi Padrino era una de las personas mas alegres que conociera, una persona sana que cuidaba mucho de su salud, era el esposo de mi tia, alguien que aunque no tuviera la misma sangre que yo me queria como si lo fuera, siempre me llamaba para que fuera a su casa porque me tenia algun detalle, un dulce, una pulsera, una coleta para el cabello, ademas era uno de mis confidentes, siempre me aconsejaba, un viernes me llamo para que fuera a tomarme unas cervezas con ellos y yo no quise ir, ese dia la flojera no me dejaba salir de mi casa, el sabado siguiente fui a visitarlo antes de irme a casa de unos amigos pero el no estaba pues habia salido con un amigo de el. Me fui a casa de mis amigos y en el camino cuando estaba a punto de llegar mi madre me llamo para decirme que me regresara que mi tio (mas que un padrino era un tio para mi) habia muerto, un infarto fulminante no le dio tiempo de despedirse ni siquiera de sus hijos.
Todos ellos dejaron hijos, madres, esposas, familias enteras undidos en llanto, porque en cu mayoria nadie esperaba su muerte, pero esta es una abusadora que llega siempre sin ser invitada y mucho menos esperada, el hermano de mi amiga dejo una familia, hijos, esposa y una madre que ayer lo lloraron mas que nunca, mi abuela nos dejo a todos recordandola cada dia de las madres con tristeza, mi tio materno dejo una esposa con 6 hijos y una madre que lo recuerda a diario, mi padrino dejo a mi tia viuda y a sus dos hijos huerfanos, ayer lo recordamos mucho porque el celebraba el dia de las madres como si fuera su dia. a todos les dimos un ultimo beso y un ultimo abrazo, sin saber que era eso, ¡El ultimo!
Recuerdo que mi abuela siempre decia ¡Para morir sono necesitamos estar vivos! y es una frase cruel pero tan cierta, porque ¡Hoy estamos vivos, pero mañana no sabemos si lo vamos a estar! La vida es un instante y no sabemos en que momento nos la arrevatan, por eso ama hoy, abraza hoy, besa hoy, dile a tu madre hoy que la amas, no esperemos un dia en especial para hacerlo, todos los dias son buenos para demostrarle a nuestros seres queridos que los amamos y que son todo para nosotros, no esperemos que sea demasiado tarde para arrepentirnos de no haberlo hecho.
Por cierto ¡Feliz y bendecido dia de las madres! ¡Todos los dias tienen que ser consentidas y amadas!
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