The Diary Game dia [11/08/2020] The farewell to my teacher and old friend

My father's physical farewell

Eleven hours ago I carried the coffin containing my father to the municipal cemetery in Maturín, Monagas State, Venezuela. The warm accompaniment of family members and some friends made it possible to endure the bitter taste of burying the one who had given me and my mother biological life, upbringing and education.

I showed up in this community two months ago, made some publications and left to dedicate more attention and time to the house and health issues of my teacher and best friend, Dad; who about 45 days ago suffered a blow to the head and generated a delicate health condition.

These were weeks of effort, dedication and desperation due to not having health care insurance with broad coverage or sufficient economic resources to pay for specialized medical services, special studies and pharmacological treatment to achieve timely health recovery. Nevertheless, the humane thing was done and I am grateful for the support given by the treating doctors at the public hospital; I know they did everything possible to save my dad's life and that counts a lot for us. We are saddened by the old man's unexpected departure, but I acknowledge the professional performance of the medical staff who treated him.

There is little that a medical professional can do in a State whose public services, in this case those related to the health area, are severely deficient in equipment, instruments, materials, supplies and infrastructure and services to attend to a people with an unprecedented poverty rate in the history of Venezuela; even though official statistics maintain the contrary. The intention of these lines is not precisely to speak ill of the national government, of public health services, of medical professionals and much less of medicine vendors; my purpose is to express some words of appreciation as I have expressed it and to drain my pain or sorrow for the absence of my loved one.

With more than seven days of bad sleep, in the last 48 hours I have not slept for more than 3 hours; I may be saying a lot of inconsistencies. At my young age it has been the strongest blow I have received and it really hurts me, although I am not a believer that life ends when we expire the last physiological breath on this physical plane.

I am inclined to think of the encouraging words that my friend @ulisesfl17 at the funeral home told me: Death is an indivisible and necessary component of life, that is why we must accept it as an element in the cycle of life. It filled me with strength to talk with him and his wife @arac; thank you for your solidarity and understanding in this difficult time.

Distance from the funeral home to the municipal cemetery Source

Despite my belief in this perception of death that puts an end to biological life and not to the spirit, I am discouraged to know that the physical presence of my main teacher will no longer be there to rebuke me with his wisdom and love. Thank God he educated me and taught me how to work mechanically, so his spirit will be in my heart to continue my learning process at the university of life.

At 21 years of age, it is up to me to face the responsibilities of the home, payment of debts, protection and care of my mother, studies of my sister, among other things. During these six weeks I have learned many things, every day I had a set of challenges and situations to solve, until the last minutes of the funeral I was under the guardianship and teaching of my father.

With a lot of mental fatigue, physical exhaustion and a suburb of thoughts about various things to do, it is only proper that I try to rest to start my new stage of life tomorrow. If Dad left, it is because he trusted that at my age I can take care of and satisfy the things of the home and family in general.

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📸 Photos are courtesy of @@@ulisesfl17, who took them with an iPhone 6 smartphone

Thank you for reading my words of relief
and for your fraternal solidarity