da ... Konya
Today is exactly 2 months and 3 days lost my favorite aunt. Most of you do not know, but this, as my 24 years, was the first death that really mattered to me and scored. Sure he had "lived" deaths of relatives before, especially brothers and sisters of my grandmother (they were 12 brothers and my grandmother the lowest), but they were almost unknown to me, people who had seen as much as 2 times in my life. Accompaniedmy grandmother made me wakes and bad about the situation but because my grandmother was sad, not the person who left us.
But this was different. My aunt
Aurora, Lola for us because nobody else my parents, my uncle and I called her that, I saw almost every week in the last 5 years.
girl I remember what I liked most was after riding my horse in the Parque Pereyra, passing by the house of Aunt Lola to meet with her and the rest of the family. Unfortunately in my 10 and 20 years my grandmother Lola fought a really stupid and they were all that time apart. Luckily, as I recall,speak again.
remember Aunt Lola for me is funny to remember what it is, how annoying them running and playing all the stories ever present in all family gatherings and once told my mother had run a matambre and staining the yellow shirt he was wearing the blood of the meat or the pelopincho shot (a pool of canvas) to my dad when he officially presented the family as my old boyfriend.
The "worst "was that everything was suddenly, without warning. He took pneumonia that first appeared a resfriadito shit and then left her unconscious for a week. Luckily nosuffered and died in an induced unconsciousness.
was the first time I cried at a funeral, when I saw the box down and covered with earth, when I realized that I was never going to be able to laugh with her, you'd never be able to go to lunch their ravioli that I was never going to eat his cake quince, which I would never say no "take Baquito, I brought the candy" that was never going to say "we could buy some chincholos for the barbecue, no ?"... I realized that I dropped the world, supposedly I had to hold my grandmother who had been super nervous before and they ended up holding back to me.There
recently "realized" that death is real, that at some point going to die my grandparents, my parents ... and do not know how I'm going to do to stay alive.
Some people may be surprised to read this, because it does not look like a person too sensitive. But when I want someone I want with all my heart and give everything for that person, whether family, friends or my animals.
Sorry this post as dip, but I wanted to write long ago but the pain of parting from my Aunt Lola ... "Lulita" as she called my mother, I was back.
Greetings. Megu .-
