Noviembre del año 1986


Tiny - Posted on 01 December 2011

1 Deciembre, 2011/ December 1, 2011

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Empesaba el mes de Noviembre del año 1986.

Mi padre llevaba un mes de no comer, estaba enfermo.

Una mañana normal como todas, mi padre resivio una carta de mi hermano que ya estaba aqui los Estados Unidos donde decia que compraria una casa en la capital a nombre de mi padre.

El dia siguiente mis hermanas y un amigo de mi de mi papa llegaron de la capital porque se enteraron que el estaba enfermo. No sabia porque habia muhca gente porque solo tenia 10 años.

Ese dia, como si supieran que mi padre se iria de la casa.

Lo recuerdo bien el sol estaba tan caliente que temblaba como mariposa a lo lejos. Mi padre se baño y sonria todo el tiempo como si no le dolia nada. Dijo que se iba esa tarde con un Doctor.

Le dijo a la gente que le arreglaran una silla para que lo cargaran, pues su cuerpo no aguantaria caminar. Mientras mi padre esperava a su amigo don lito, como le decia mi papa, el le trajo una soda de piña que se llama Tyky.

Eran como las dos de la tarde mi padre se sento en una silla en el patio de la casa sonriendo nos abrazo diciendo “Dios los vendiga hijitos hoy me voy pero regresare pronto si Dios haci lo permite.”

Dijo mientras esperaba que le arreglaran una silla, para que lo cargaran pues ya tenia un mes de no comer.

Pero no le gusto y dijo “traigan la llegua y ponganle la montura yo quiero irme pronto.” El queria llegar con el doctor lo mas pronto possible, estaba tan emocionado por lo que mi hermano le dijo. El me abrazo lo recuerdo vien como si fuera ahorita .

Dijo, “adios mi sequedad,” me dio dos vesos diciendo, “hoy me voy para curarme y regresar sano y berlos crecer, y algun dia irnos de aqui en donde nadie nos quiere."

Yo llore y le sobe su cara como siempre lo asia y le dije que lo amaba.

El se subio a la llegua con su jacket azul como el sielo claro en las tardes de berano y sus sapatos brillavan como espejos. Empezo a alejarse cuando habia caminado como 20 pasos voltio a vernos y se sonrio se veia hermoso como siempre fue mi padre apesar que uno de sus hojos estaba serrandose y se fue coriendo asta que ya no alcansamos a ver lo, nunca me imagine que era la ultima vez que lo veia sonreir. Como a la semana que se fue, mi hermana y yo nos fuimos para la capital, porque el necesitaba que alguien lo cuidara

yo me fui muy contenta que estaria con el.

Pero mi sorpresa fue que ya lo habian internado en el hospital.

Mis hermanas lo iban a visitar pero yo no podia entrar porque tenia 10 años de edad y solo de 14 años podian entrar.

Hasta que un 26 de Noviemre nos metimos en un carro y una señora les dijo a mis ermanas “ya le dijeron?” mis hermanas me vieron y una de ellas me dijo, “te voy a decir pero jurame que no bas a llorar delante de mis patrones” en ese momento senti como choques electricos en todo mi cuerpo y le dije “que pasa?”

Me dijo “no llores pues pero papaito se murio”

Yo queria llorar, gritar, morder, oh no sabia que hacer pues abia jurado no llorar y desde ese dia mi mundo se derrumbo mi corazon lo drestroso el canser que se llebo a mi padre

Mi vida se fue con el y espero en Dios verlo en el cielo.

Pero apesar que an pasado mas de 25 años de que mi padre se fue su recuedro y sus carisias permanesen vibas en mi mente y en mi Corazon lo amo papa.

 

Ingles sigue

 

It was the beginning of the month of November in the year 1986.

My father had not eaten for a whole month, he was sick.

A morning like any other, my father received a letter from my brother who was already here in the USA, where he said he would buy a house under the name of my father.

The following day my sisters and a friend of my father's returned from the big city because they found out about his condition. I didn’t know why there were so many people there, I was only 10 years old.

That day, as if I knew that that day my father was going to leave the house that day. I remember it very well, the sun was so hot that it made everything tremble like butterflies from the distance. My father showered and the whole time he smiled as if he wasn’t in pain. He said that he would go to a doctor that evening. He told everyone there to construct a chair to carry him cuz he had lost all his energy and could not walk. While my dad waited for his friend Don Lito, which was what he called him, he brought him a pineapple soda called Tyky.

It was like 2 o’clock in the afternoon, my father sat in his char in the front yard, smiling he said, “God bless you my children, today I leave but I will come back soon if God permits," as he waited for his chair to be built to carry him. He had not eaten a whole month. But he was not happy with what they brought him and said, “Bring the horse and put on her saddle, I want to leave soon.” He wanted to go to the doctor the soonest possible. He was so excited about what my brother had written to him. He held me tight, I remember it well as if it would happen now. He said, ”good bye my dryness.” He gave me two kisses saying, “today I leave to heal myself and come back healthy and see you all grow, and one day leave this place. where nobody wants us."

He mounted his horse with his blue jacket like the clear sky on the summer afternoons and his shoes shined like mirrors. He started to leave and after like 20 feet of walking he turned to look at us and he smiled. He looked beautiful as my father always was, even though one of his eyes was almost closed and he took off ridding until we could no longer see him, I never imagined that it would be the last time I would see him smile. Within a week that he left, my sister and me went to the capital, because he needed a caregiver. I went happily because I would be with him again. But to my surprise he was already registered at the hospital. My sisters would go and visit him but I couldn’t enter the room because I was only 10 years old and only 14 year old children could enter.

Until one 26 of November I went inside a car and the driver asked my sister “Have you guys told her yet?” My sisters looked at me and one of them said, "I'm going to tell you some thing but swear to me that you won't cry in front of my boss.” At that moment I felt electric shocks all over my body and I asked, “whats wrong?” She told me, “Well don’t cry, but daddy has died.” I wanted to cry , scream, bite or I didn’t know what to do since I had promised not to cry and from that day on my life was in ruins, my heart was broken by the cancer that took away my father. My life disappeared with him and I hope to God that I find him in the heavens. Even after 25 years of my father left his memory and his caresses remain alive in my mind and in my heart. I love you father.

 

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