Edi and I
Earlier this morning, as I was having my first coffee while reading this week's weekend engagement post. And when I look at the topics. I knew I had to write about that day.
One of the saddest days of my life that I can remember. No matter how much time has passed, every time I think about that day. My eyes get blurry, and sadness comes over me.
August 10, 2006,
That day started like any other day. I got up very early to get ready to go to work. I woke up my two-year-old son and also got him ready. As I used to at the time, before going to the office, I would take him to my parents' house.
That morning we got ready, and I took a jar of the strawberry and blackberry jam that I had made the day before. I had promised my dad one for his breakfast. Like me, he loved homemade berries' jam.
I drove to my parents' house, and my dad came down to pick up my son. I handed him the jam, and he gave me one of his smiles and wished me a happy day. I couldn't imagine at that moment that it would be the last time he would do that.
I went to the office. And I remember I talked on the phone with my mother. She told me about going with my aunt to take my son and niece to the park. And that my dad would be out in a while to run some errands.
An hour later, I received a phone call from my aunt, telling me to come immediately. My father had passed away. My mother had found him in the shower when she returned with my aunt and the kids from the park. He had a cardiac arrest.
My world stopped at that moment. I went into shock. I hung up the phone. I made a call to my husband and told him about what happened.
At work, I was reviewing the payroll to approve it. I left everything. I told one of the analysts I had to leave and that I would call her later.
I don't know how I could get in the car and drive. But I did. I felt like I was in another dimension as if I had detached from the world. When I was near my parents' house, on my mobile phone, I called my cousin. He was very close to my father. I remember he could only say the equivalent in Spanish of Fuck. I hung up the phone, and the tears flowed. I don't know where he was. But he arrived at my parents' house just a few minutes after I did.
That day was one of the saddest days of my life. And although the good memories are the ones that usually come to mind when I think of my dad. The thought of that day will never stop making me feel sad and giving me the feeling that the air has run out.
I am really lucky to have had him. He was the best father anyone could have. He taught me to value what matters in life. Family and those we loved. That every day is a gift and deserves to be fully lived and enjoyed.
By chance, a couple of days ago, I was at my mother's house looking in a drawer for some photos from when I was younger for a post I have in mind. The picture at the top of this blog appeared. Forgive me if it's not the sharpest.
It's a photo taken, if I remember well, in 1998. When I saw it, I smiled with a bit of nostalgia. I have many happy memories of those days. It was a holiday I spent with Edi, as I used to call my dad, and my mum.
I wanted to store the picture in the blockchain. This way, I can finish the blog with a happy memory and counterbalance a bit of a very sad one.
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April 22, 2022
