With the breeze caressing my face, I just let myself go…
The sun shone, and the birds sang… possibly for anybody else this would be a special day…
I slowly opened my eyes to observe how the children play
As the parents joined them, how they held and caressed them
I remember when my mother brought me here many times
She always told me how important I was to her…
I sighed with regret… how many times did I tell my mother how important she was to me??? Before I could answer myself, a young man sat next to me pulling me out of my thoughts…
“Hello” – He said smiling
“Hello…” - I replied slowly
“What do you have there?” He asked pointing to my lap… the curiosity of any person. I observed him for a moment and then I turned my gaze to the box sitting in my lap… I caressed her gently.
“This is dust… just dust and ashes…” I smiled carefully.
“Oh!” He exclaimed with amazement. “I’m truly sorry…” I felt regret in his words. I smiled at him to let him know he didn’t need to worry. “Who was he?” He asked. His question surprised me…
“She!” I replied. I caressed the box once again. As I looked at her I replied, “She was the most wonderful woman…” I smiled.
“You loved her?” He asked intrigued.
“Yes, I loved her… I adored her…” I stopped for a moment then corrected myself. “I still love her… women like her there are very few. The truth is that she was beautiful. She was the first thing I saw every morning when I got up and every night when I went to bed… for me it was joy to be in her arms… every kiss… every hug… she listened and guided me… when I did something bad she scolded me…” I smiled remembering. “Every word… every compliment… all the I love you… she was wonderful… but I failed her… I never had time for her…” I as continued to tell him all the pain my soul felt tears kept flowing out of me. “I could never tell her how much I loved her… I never answered her ‘I love you’… ‘I love you’… or a hug… I only looked for her when I needed her… not when she needed me… I saw her cry buy I couldn’t console her…” The young man looked at me in amazement. “I seek refuge in other arms… recited a thousand ‘I love you’… consoled and accompanied others but not her… I abandoned her and denied her my time…” The tears I couldn’t hide anymore escaped faster.
“Did you exchange her for another woman? She let you go?” He asked a bit dejected.
“Yes, I did.” I admitted with regret. “She let me go… she told me I deserved to love, she smiled happily, and she let me go…” The young man looked at me with watery eyes and a few tears rolling down.
“It’s the law of life” I replied.
“She was wonderful… How could I do that to her” I don’t know if I was asking him or demanding myself.
“You still don’t know who she was right?”
“The woman you loved the most” he confessed in a sea of tears.
“Yes… she was my mom…” I looked at the box and then at him. “Is your mom still alive?” I asked him.
“Yes” he replied.
“Have you already told her how much you love her?” The young man didn’t answer just shed a couple more tears. “Do not wait for her to turn into dust” I told him. “A cold corpse resting… her bed a simple box… do not wait for tomorrow… don’t lose her to realize how much you love her… if you have her remind how much you love her… my mom knows how much I love her… now I have all the time of the world to remind her…”
“Why wait until that person is no longer here to realize how much we loved them… why keep quiet when we should talk… love? Laughter? Feelings? Do you live? Express it and do not keep it to yourself… remind them do not wait until they are no longer here… that you do not have time… live in the present… Live now… go and tell that person how much you love them.”
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