I think I never came so alone, so far. I think that February 10 we reached the bottom. My mom with her sisters, my younger brother only in Monterrey, my sister in the process of separation from her boyfriend in Cancun, my dad in Mexico recovering from a heart attack, I do without my blonde he had gone to Las Vegas to spend some time with his family, and my older brother ... based on his motorbike into the beyond.
That Sunday morning I awoke to the phone. It was my younger brother who sounded infinite; Aacute; s troubled me. I still cry just to remember the conversation I had with her. I was heartbroken, lost, sad. His attitude was new to me, we are not covered as it always has, with its protection, but rather asking for help.
Then everything happened very fast. Talking to my wife, finding that I was not well, resolutions necessary to depart for Mexico City, making black suitcase with clothes, embracing my brother, mourn together, go to the airport, buy tickets, the next trip they have, do not forget the suitcases ... At
TMLXC my dad's scene was daunting. The department literally "smell" my brother, the interior light off, all in darkness. Someone who did not know we opened. There were people in the room, as in duty, caring for the bereaved. We went to his room and my dad was half naked ... Had a crisis as he pulled his pants ... mourning the death of his son. Nor could he be strong with us, but there was no words, just cried and shrank our eyes. We just hugged each other not knowing what to do or say. And stayed an hour, until we fellaccount that he had to move to the funeral home.
Compassion for others is something that is perceived stranger. Beings are not usually displayed. Everyone looked at us with a strange expression. Seeing my mother so shattered I knew I should be strong to prevent their suffering. The funeral was jammed with people. I've never seen so many attending the funeral of a non-public, and were not borne or morbid, but people who loved him and that he would dismiss it deserved. Relatives, military girlfriends, ex girlfriends, bikers, musicians, politicians and others. The place was so full of crownsthere was no room for the coffin, the wording of the crown even more excited, the better, "cousin, warrior of life, we will miss you" ...
My dad gave me simple instructions. Do not let anyone near the coffin. Will be closed because they could not reconstruct the face to leave it visible and do not want anyone to see, in addition to the family is half mad and would not be unusual for someone in boot pounce on it (seems Ridi ; ass momentum, but I swear that I had and had not been so filled the place would have done.) CHT
MLXC I was amazed, as if it were true ... alone. Is not the same miss someone when you know you will not see more (in life). What I did was mourn to see my family so badly. I struggled to mourn not so much and turn the vicious circle of sadness lamentacióny horrible event that occurs only in death. Meanwhile my wera flew from Las Vegas to Mexico City, thanks to God found early flight. I do not remember how he came, the fact is that as soon as I saw it I fell apart. She is the only person who can see me thus mourn. His way of being, which sometimes blame the pocto understand, is what draws me out of the bumps, but this time let me mourn, he realized that he had been holding my mourn and let me vent.
That day I fell asleep around 7 am, tired of grit your teeth and keep from crying in the arms of my beautiful wife who makes everything beautiful in its presence .
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