When you live with a person for forty-seven years the relationship becomes a routine of love and commitment. Although there are differences, coexistence, patience, and love overcome all obstacles. It is a privilege that not everyone has.
On my personal level, I enjoy that privilege until November 23, 2017. I shared with my husband adventures and misadventures. We live wonderful experiences and great joy. We learned to taste our sorrows and pain when they touched our lives. When we left we were always together and enjoying our union without worries. We travel and have fun with our children and grandchildren.
But we always talked about the day one of the two had to leave. What would happen to whoever stayed? We swear to write the story of our love with all our soul full of feelings, to drop on the corpse from which all the tears that flowed from our sadness would die. As the song of the great Puerto Rican author, Benito de Jesús says.
But nobody prepares for that moment. That being that filled all my empty spaces is no longer there. What gives me comfort? To receive all the positive energy that emanates from its essence. The knowledge that is always with me and that we are more united than ever. The knowledge that he did not die, that he went peacefully when he fulfilled his mission on this planet.
When we live in peace and harmony with the beings we love and give the best of our lives, that step into eternity is a natural one. As he said is the only sure thing we have in life. Today I raise my glass and drink for the eternal rest of my dear husband.