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Me Always

Lupita Rios Mayorga

The first year after the date of departure of my mother had to suffer fatigue and physical and spiritual pain. Face the world without his advice and without his eyes, was the most serious challenge in which I was able to locate the target. The death had scratched me with its claws many times before, but never so poignant as when she died

The last time I saw her outside a bed, was the morning of Tuesday in June in which my brother and I took her to hospital. When we walked through the front door a funeral procession came out with a mahogany coffin in which lay the body of one of the sisters of the congregation, suddenly the sky clouded and I felt the wing of a black bird hit my face: I was so fleeting, the knowledge that just as my mother would leave the hospital. It was so annihilating that split second I just wanted to deny it, ignore it, I convinced myself that it was the product of my fear for the surgery that was to be submitted.

helplessness began that morning. The days after his first surgery was stressful for her and for the whole family. See her full of questions, pain, weak and totally dependent on us and the nurses, I bowed down, as it was vital to knowing capable of fending for itself.

A week after his admission, his body freed his soul as he lay in the arms of my father. He tells me he died in peace, and it was like he wanted: in bed, accompanied with their own spiritual aid of the Catholic religion.

black and devastating pain of the orphanage gave me the assurance that I was still alive. For many nights and days of crying. Knowing it away from me and feel alone, I felt that was a sentence for which never find comfort. One night when I felt particularly miserable, she remembered in times of doubt came to reading the Bible and let the chance to offer him some words that will provide a little light in the darkness of their questions or simply a some relief.

Inspired by this recall took his Bible-the same one that was steeped in its essence, and prayed God to open channels. I told my mother how lonely I felt, how hard it was to live without seeing, without hearing, without feeling his arms watching over me, I asked him to give me a prayer, a thought with which he could know that everything was fine. I finished my prayer and opened shortly the Bible without expecting anything more than his answer. When I was in my hands the book opened my eyes flew to an image that shocked me and made me break into tears at the top of the page was captured carmine footprint of a kiss, a kiss she gave me to know never had left my side.