A cinco meses de tu partida física, mi ángel/ Five months after your physical departure, my angel (ESP/ ENG)
A cinco meses de tu partida física
Tal vez de esto se trataba cuando le pedí a Dios, de rodilla, que te quitara tu dolor y me lo diera a mí. Ahora soy yo la que sufre, ahora soy yo la que llora un dolor tan grande que ocupa todo mi cuerpo.
Las imágenes son de mi galería personal y el texto está traducido con Deepl
Gracias por tu lectura y comentario. Hasta una próxima oportunidad, amigo
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My dear David, it has been five months of your absence and although I thought I died when you left, I am still breathing, despite my broken heart. And no, I am still not resigned that you are gone, that your life has been so short and that you have not been able to achieve all the dreams you once told me about. I'm sorry, but no. I still can't stop crying when I look at your pictures and my throat still closes up when I talk about you.
Maybe this is what it was all about when I asked God, on my knees, to take away your pain and give it to me. Now I am the one who suffers, now I am the one who cries a pain so great that it occupies my whole body.
Since you left, there is not a day that goes by that I don't think of you, that I don't remember everything about you, every word, every gesture. Every young man I meet makes me think of you, but it also makes me question your absence and ask, without knowing, without getting an answer: Why, God, why?
We will never again talk about sports, computers, cell phones, girls; I will never again hear your laughter, I will have to keep my kisses for you; the future that you dreamed for you, that we imagined, will no longer be fulfilled. What will I do with so much emptiness inside and outside of me? I will have to kiss your absence and embrace your memory as if they were you, and find comfort in them.
I must tell you that I have dreamed you a thousand times. In every dream I have seen you laugh. In every dream there is no suffering, but the friendly and peaceful face you always had. I want to think that your smile is a sign, that it is the proof I need to know that you are well. That your legs are fine, that you walk and run like before, that there is no sickness, that the pain left your body. I cling to believe that where you are, you listen to me and every now and then, when you can, you visit me. And if not, please visit me, hold me, let me listen to you even in sleep. Come as a breeze, rain, strength to get through the days after your absence.
You are this incurable sadness, this open wound, but also this beautiful memory, the certainty that angels exist. You stopped living outside of me, but you still live inside me, my love. My hope, the one that makes me smile and sustains me, is that we will meet again and all these things I have written here I will tell you in person, so you will never go away again....
I love you infinitely and God bless you, my son.
La certeza de que nuestros seres queridos que se nos adelantaron ahora están más cerquita, en nuestros corazones y la esperanza del reencuentro con ellos alivian la pena de sus ausencias, mi querida amiga. Te abrazo con mi cariño, Nancy 🫂
Ay, mana, no sabes lo que he llorado!! Perdí a mi abuela, a mi padre, pero jamás estuve preparada para perder a mi sobrino. No estoy bien. Estoy triste y trato de llenar mis días con cosas que me distraen de esta muerte tan absurda. No soy la Nancy que conociste. Pienso qué manera tiene la vida de enseñarnos lo efímero que somos. Te abrazo, amiga
Tu texto me removió todas las emociones encontradas. Creo que difícilmente, excepto lo que va haciendo el paso del tiempo, se pueda asimilar esa aguda pérdida, pues es, como dices, una manifestación del absurdo de la vida o del destino. Quedará para siempre como un botón del dolor, aunque, para aliviarlo, podamos acudir a sus sonrisas y travesuras infantiles. Te abrazo fuerte, @nancybriti1.
Ay, José, por fin he visto nuevamente las fotos de David. Me he dedicado a llorar, me he tomado un tiempo para recordarlo. Mi muchacho me hace falta. La herida está abierta y el dolor sigue allí, solo lo distraigo, lo evado, lo oculto, a veces. No soy yo, soy una Nancy triste. Es lo que hay, lo que queda, después de su despedida...
No hay palabras de consuelo cuando el alma duele...te envío un cálido abrazo y pido a Dios que te de fortaleza para comprender esta temprana despedida...
Thank you for your words of comfort. We are never prepared to lose someone so young. Best regards
I'm so sorry for your loss, Nancy. I can't even imagine how painful this is. Hugs to you!
There is no metaphor that works when the disease kills, the pain remains. I have had to learn to survive in its absence. Thank you for your support and your comment, Eric. Strong embrace
You're welcome! So many have had to deal with this kind of loss in these past few years. It's so hard but to keep hope, optimism, and joy alive despite the loss but it is the ultimate tribute to our loved ones.