I couldn’t say Goodbye
My mom had a stroke and spent four years paralysed. I spent much time with her, trying to alleviate her suffering. It was exhausting and wonderful at the same time
Sailing on the bay
So strange! All my body was sweating, despite I was in the open air, sailing with my dad on a beautiful bay. The small boat swayed in the waves. All
Unorthodox
My father was a teacher at the Journalism school of Navarre’s University in Spain from 1960 to 1992. I studied in that school and attended his classes, but I couldn’t
Dignity in the face of danger
During WWII, my dad was on a train when a communist guerrilla bombed the tracks. They killed many passengers and took the survivors as prisoners. My dad was an independent
Flashback September 25: My hero
I wrote this post September 25th 2014 to answer a WordPress prompt that asked who was my hero when I was five and if my vision of that person had
Tich
Tich was our canary. He was small and yellow and sang like an angel. We loved him dearly. He lived in a big cage in our living room. When I
Somewhere
A handwritten note on my desk you gave me eight years ago for my birthday makes me feel you are still by my side. But you’re not here nor anywhere
Mom’s intriguing stories
My mom was very realistic and practical in everything. She was not a person easily fooled by stories of paranormal events. But she told me three intriguing stories: She had
forever
It was Sunday morning, sunny and warm. I was in the hospital, taking care of my dad. He was terminal. I turned on the TV. They were broadcasting a concert