Darkness, silence, and unconsciousness inhabited Susana’s brain until she slowly opened her eyes. Strident pulsations hit her senses, as she woke up to the painful and unexpected reality of knowing that Ana had passed away. The news was so shocking that Susana fainted at the same moment that she saw Ana’s body through the window of the room where she was in the clinic. Her heartbeat could be heard a meter away by the force with which it hit her chest. The tears in her eyes flowed uncontrollably. And a question floated over her nebulous mind, how many times can a mother’s heart suffer the loss of a child before it is finally broken?
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.”
There are times when it is better to remain silent … TO BE IN SILENCE, so as not to say anything that could unleash an endless battle of words and hurt feelings. But there are other occasions when staying silent without saying anything generates a silent suffering that destroys us from the inside and little by little the kills our soul.
Desolation, helplessness, suffering, and immense sadness formed a whirlwind of pain that remained in Lark’s heart after Irene’s death. Emotions that destroyed all the happiness within her being. Ridding her of love and disabling her reaction capacity, enslaving her inside a black abyss, whose depth threatened to create an intense emptiness in her soul; where little by little all light faded, and the strength of her spirit was lost.
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.
The loss of a son is something very hard to overcome. And for my friend, it was very difficult to face that situation on her birthday. Not because she wanted to celebrate it; but because regardless of distance or circumstances, her son was always the first one to call her.
Anxiety envelops my body, while my Heart beats in a hurry, it is almost midnight, there are only minutes to start a new day.
A special day where I can receive messages full of joy. Everyone will say “Happy birthday” but there is only one text message that could bring happiness to my life…