Joy, Fear, Confidence, Anger, Sadness, Friendship, Disgust Calm, Surprise, Shame, Enmity, Anticipation, Compassion, Kindness, Envy, Emulation, Contempt, Gratitude, Admiration, Pride, Jealousy, Sympathy, Obfuscation, Irritation…
Like a transparent glass, totally invisible to the sense of sight is the wall that divides the world of the living from the world of the dead. One of the questions that has resonated the most throughout history is “Where do we go when we die?” And many are the questions that have arisen around that question: Is there life after death? Will we see our loved ones again when we have died? Is there paradise? Does the hell exist?
At the moment that Eve and Adam ate the forbidden fruit; they opened their minds to the knowledge of the arts, science, discovery, wisdom, the freedom to choose between good and evil, bringing about the consequence that their immortal bodies were transformed into a mortal and temporary state of life. In other words, they allowed death to become a part of their lives.
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How difficult it is to open my eyes in front of the mirror of life, feeling trapped in an unreal world of fantasy. How afraid I am to see the reality that crashes against my chest, clouding my senses, as I face the cruelty of the world in which I live.
The doctor’s words provoked a chemical reaction of acidity that gnawed at Susana’s insides while dissipating all her body heat. Her legs began to tremble, and her lips turned white and cold as ice.
“I’m really sorry, but Ana won’t be able to go home with you. I have also ordered that Eduardo and you be tested for covid-19. ” Said the doctor, but her words bounced off the void of silence existing in Susana’s brain that she continued to be stunned by the news. Eduardo was the first to react, “Doctor, I want to see my wife before I go home.”
At the age of 7 I liked to run in the backyard of my parents’ house, where there were many big trees. My father liked to plant fruit trees and harvest vegetables. I perfectly remember that at the end of the patio there was a jocotes tree, cashew tree, guava tree and there was also my favorite tree, the tallest and most imposing mango tree that my young eyes enjoyed observing; whose branches were fill with güisquil, loroco and pashte (luffa or scourer) vines.
The cold morning wind moved gently in all directions over Lark’s body, which shuddered when the wind touched her skin, giving her the chills. The songbirds were heard in the surrounding environment and the first rays of the sun hit Lark’s face, hurting her closed eyes; forcing her into opening her sleepy eyelids that had been crusted shut by the small droplets of salty water that had remained between her eyes after she had shed many tears.
Feeling unprotected, humiliated, and suffering intense physical and emotional pain, Lark lay on the ground all night, mourning her unfortunate situation, while her whole being yearned for the warmth of her father’s house and Hilda’s arms, where she always founds love and comfort. Lark yearned for the happiness she always received through her family.
Feeling that the air is missing, the lack of your voice unleashes fear inside me. The anxiety of having lost you so suddenly has doubled, invading my chest with pain. I can’t breathe! My tears close my throat, my senses drowned, inflamed by your memory.
There are different ways to say goodbye according to the circumstances, the time we will be separated, the place where we are at the time of the farewell. If we say goodbye to a family member, a friend or an acquaintance, it can also be a formal or informal farewell, such as: Goodbye, See You Soon, Take Care, Until Tomorrow, Catch You Later, Bye-Bye. And all forms of farewell cause a degree of pain, but there is only one way to say goodbye to a loved one when they physically leave our side forever. In addition to being painful, it implies implicit faith, love and hope embodied in each of its letters when we say goodbye repeating:
Until we meet again with Heavenly Father! ...
In many occasions it is not necessary to think about tomorrow when it is enough to learn to live in the present without missing a single opportunity to serve and love.
Who moved the photograph? The photograph, that every morning when I woke up, I observed hanging on the wall; in front of my bed. The photograph, which reminded me of how happy I was! And how happy I want to be again!
Who moved the photograph? The photograph, where I’m seen smiling undeniably radiant with light in my eyes, reflecting the strength of my youth.
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