I had to vent a little my dear hivers, since yesterday my little world was shaken by the news that my biggest little boy was slowly losing his life.
For me he was small, but he was already 16 years old, tall and very thin, from his first year of age, right on his first birthday he gave him his first epileptic attack in my arms.
Photograph when he turned 16 years old.
With the passage of time the seizures continued, they never warned, not even with his medications, he had been in various hospitals throughout his life, he simply recovered and when he had another epileptic seizure he returned to the same hospital loop.
Unfortunately this time, it was not the same... it was as always, he had another crisis, he was hospitalized... and suddenly he had an attack where he convulsed for about an hour despite the fact that the doctors administered medication to calm him down, I just don't react this time to any.
After a TAG, the doctors detected that his neurons were already dead, he remained in a vegetative state.... he did not come to his senses and it was just waiting for his body to give no more.
His mother is epileptic, his seizures have no warning and hit him in any unimaginable place. We knew each other since we were little, we were always together, in adolescence we had a casual relationship of friends with rights, until the relationship was formalized.
David arrived suddenly, we were young and we had a great time like dogs in heat everywhere without protection, until pummm, the champion arrived.
He was never a normal boy, despite being a teenager it was like talking to a 3 or 5 year old with autism, he was entertained by anything and was excited just by seeing a car go by...
Mandatorily someone always had to take care of him, he could never be taken to an institution, he was raised and cared for mostly by his maternal grandmother to whom I can only offer gratitude and my greatest respects.
He did not stop thinking that he could have done more for my boy, unfortunately I could not raise him since over the years I separated from his mother and they went to live together.
He was tall, cheerful... a champion with a thousand battles against a terrible disease.
In addition, the story is longer, it was not easy to see him and with the passage of time it was more difficult to spend time with him. I think I could have done many more things for him, I should have looked for better medical opportunities, or maybe not treated him like a crystal child.
I regret not having been able to provide you with a better life with greater possibilities of living in the midst of all the misery that exists in Cuba. He could have been a better father and today he might still be alive.
Losing a loved one has no place in life, one would not want it to happen, but it is part of the natural law, however, losing a child changes everything. There are simply no words that can describe such sadness, the whole world falls apart and leaves a void that can never be filled.
You can judge me, but I didn't have the courage to go to his funeral, I didn't have the courage to see him in his immobile and inert state inside a coffin. In fact, I thought I'd have time to at least tell her I love you.
Time heals everything, but the memory remains forever and the loss is irretrievable. Goodbye champion, may God keep you in his glory and I hope we meet again.
If you have the opportunity right now to solve something, do it, if you can say I love you to someone, do it, life doesn't stop and when you least expect it, it catches you off guard and rips you off what you least expect.
馃憢 I say goodbye for now, God bless you a lot, a big hug...
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Tenia que desahogarme un poco mis queridos hivers, desde ayer mi peque帽o mundo se estremeci贸 al tener la noticia de que mi peque帽o mas grande poco a poco perd铆a su vida.
Para mi era peque帽o, pero ya tenia 16 a帽os, alto y bien delgado, desde su primer a帽o de edad, justo en su primer cumplea帽os le dio en mis brazos su primer ataque de epilepsia.
Fotograf铆a cuando cumpli贸 sus 16 a帽os.
Con el paso del tiempo se mantuvieron los ataques, nunca avisaban, ni siquiera con sus medicamentos, paso por varios hospitales toda su vida, simplemente se recuperaba y al darle otro ataque de epilepsia se volv铆a al mismo bucle hospitalario.
Lamentablemente esta vez, no fue igual.... fue como siempre, tuvo otra crisis, fue hospitalizado.... y de repente le dio un ataque donde convulsiono alrededor de una hora a pesar de que los m茅dicos le administrar谩n medicamentos para calmarlo, simplemente no reacciono esta vez a ninguno.
Luego de un TAG, los m茅dicos detectaron que sus neuronas ya estaban muertas, quedo en estado vegetativo.... no volvi贸 en si y solo era esperar a que su cuerpo no diera m谩s.
Su madre es epileptica, sus ataques no tienen aviso y le dan en cualquier lugar inimaginable. Nos conoc铆amos desde peque帽os, siempre and谩bamos juntos, en la adolescencia ten铆amos una relaci贸n de amigos con derecho casual, hasta que se formalizo la relaci贸n.
David llego de repente, 茅ramos j贸venes y nos la pas谩bamos como perros en celo por doquier sin protecci贸n, hasta que pummm, llego el campe贸n.
Nunca fue un chico normal, a pesar de ser un adolescente era como hablar con un peque帽o de 3 o 5 a帽os con autismo, se entreten铆a con cualquier cosa y se emocionaba con tan solo ver pasando un carro...
Obligatoriamente alguien siempre tenia que estar a su cuidado, nunca se pudo llevar para una instituci贸n, fue criado y cuidado mayormente por su abuela materna a quien tan solo puedo ofrecerle gratitud y mis mayores respetos.
No dej贸 de pensar que pod铆a haber hecho mas por mi chamaco, lamentablemente no pude criarlo puesto que al pasar los a帽os me separe de su madre y se fueron a vivir juntos.
Era alto, alegre... un campe贸n con mil batallas contra una enfermedad terrible.
Adem谩s, la historia es mas larga, no fue nada f谩cil poder verlo y con el paso del tiempo era mas dif铆cil lograr pasar un rato con el. Creo que pod铆a haber hecho muchas mas cosas por el, deber铆a haber buscado mejores oportunidades medicas, o quiz谩s no haberlo tratado como un ni帽o de cristal.
Lamento no haber sido capaz de tener la capacidad de brindarle una mejor vida con mayores posibilidades de vivir en medio de toda la miseria que se vive en Cuba. Podr铆a haber sido un mejor padre y hoy quiz谩s estuviese vivo.
El perder a un ser querido no tiene lugar en la vida, uno no quisiera que sucediera, pero forma parte de la ley natural, no obstante, el perder un hijo lo cambia todo. Simplemente no hay palabras que puedan describir tanta tristeza, el mundo entero se va abajo y deja un vac铆o que jam谩s se podr谩 llenar.
Pueden juzgarme, pero no tuve el valor de ir a su funeral, no tuve el coraje de verlo en su estado inm贸vil e inerte dentro de un ata煤d. De hecho, pens茅 que tendr铆a tiempo para al menos decirle te quiero.
El tiempo lo cura todo, pero el recuerdo permanece para siempre y la perdida es irrecuperable. Adi贸s campe贸n, que Dios te guarde en su gloria y espero que nos volvamos a encontrar.
Si tienes la oportunidad ahora mismo de solucionar algo, hazlo, si puedes decirle te quiero a alguien, hazlo, la vida no se detiene y cuando menos lo espera, te agarra desprevenido y te arranca lo que menos esperas.
馃憢 Me despido por ahora, Dios les bendiga mucho, un fuerte abrazo...
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