It's hard to find time to write! As if it was a surprise. I do not have time even to sleep.
It was a blink and 2017 is going. The Christmas that I looked forward to has already passed. The celebration of the New Year and wait for 2018 ... this weekend. And summer holiday in a couple of days.
This year-like the previous ones-has taught me that I must always be cautious, that my children grow, that my family and friends change. But there are unconditional people who will ALWAYS be by my side. My feelings have not changed. I'm still the same as always. Stubborn, lover of Christmas and important dates, missing my dad, person tolike gahtering the family as it is. And ... I do not plan to change. Maybe you and I do not see each other very often. Maybe almost never. But if you read this, be sure that your comment will be valued and you are always in my thoughts.
I hope you had a beautiful Christmas and that 2018 does not bring more than ... good vibes and health. NOTHING ELSE.
P.S. I still miss you, dad.
As usually happens logically, the year passes, and sooner or later September arrives. And he's here to remind me that you are not. That we will not have the plans we used to make. Go to the "fondas" for the appetizer, get to the house and eat empanadas while roasting. Next day: eat empanadas while preparing the anticuchos. Everything to the rhythm of our beloved Chilean music.
Dad, yes, you're not here ... physically. But you know what? not only because of respect for your legacy, but because of the the children-your grandchildren already have it in the soul-the National Festivities will continue to celebrate, with roast, anticucho, empanadas, cuecas (you taught us to dance to your children and grandchildren) .... but without you, physically. You will be in all the things that I named above. From wherever you are ... I have the oxen in which once we had
chicha ... is there one up there ?? Go ahead! Toast? I will ... thinking of you. Do it yourself too ... thinking of me.
Back to reality. Holiday is over. Yes. They were rugged but funny ... and hopeful. We toured beautiful places but I also sprained each foot and cut my right hand by washing a glass. As a result: 12 stitches.
But it does not matter. A complex year is coming. Of changes. Challenges. Of new friendships and of others regrettably discarded. But ... maybe it was the better. There are cycles that must be fulfilled.
On the other hand I appreciate that during this last time (including 2016) we have created ties with new friends.
Things are different and we can tell. However, although cautiously, I am being optimistic. Always with that pain in my heart that will never leave me.
I hope 2017 you treat us well, that you are fair, that you make us things not very difficult. But above all ... that you give health to me, my family, my friends.
P.S. I still miss you dad.
It's been a year and it seems incredible.
I know I was your daughter who was always bothering you and even though I'm not here, I still do. In more than a year all my posts in the blog have been dedicated to you.
Well, now in particular there is a reason that amazes me: I can not believe that a year has passed since you passed away. You have no idea. You can not imagine how much I miss. You do not know everything that happened ... but, you know what? I'm do not care. What really matters to me is the fact that I do not have you here. It hurts. I do not assimilate it. Neither your grandchildren. Valpi still cries. Rodrigo speaks to you. I ... miss you and I can not believe the rest of my life will be without you.
Dad, it's been a year since that damn phone call that informed me that your life was off while you were sleeping- A year. And I do not get used to it.
Pff! Many people have told me not to cry, to let you go, to fly. Pamplines and shit like you know I think. The only thing that would comfort me is to see you.
It's been a year. A year of pain. A year of discomfort. A year of bad intentions. One year away from my roots. But the most important thing: a year without you. For the first time in my life I do not know how to finish a post in my blog ... is it because I do not want to say goodbye? Dad ... it's been a year, but I feel like it was the last time we talked yesterday and the last thing I said "I love you dad." I dod not regret about that, 'cause I do, I still do.
It's hard to find time to write! As if it was a surprise. I do not have time even to sleep.
