Hello, friends! How are you doing so far? I hope all of you are well.
Today, I came to tell you about some things that happened last weekend.
I have to start by saying that life is really unpredictable. There are things that we can't stop from happening. Instead, we have to embrace life's purposes.
We have this neighbor who had been dealing with her mom's illness. Her mom had been hospitalized a month and a half ago with a liver illness. She was not well, and we didn't know how bad she was until our neighbor asked me to donate blood for her mother.
I went to the blood bank and donated my blood without hesitation. It went well. I was feeling ok, and I could fill the whole bag, unlike the first time. When the whole deal was over, I got dizzy, but a few minutes later, I felt just fine.
I met this cat while waiting at the blood bank.
Sadly, one day later, my neighbor's mom passed away. On Saturday, she told us that her mom didn't recover. And although we knew she was prepared, we knew that nothing prepared you for the passing of a mother.
We went to her funeral the same Saturday to give her our condolences and to give her a warm hug since we knew how hard it was for her to be standing there, seeing her mom in that coffin and praying with her heart broken.
On Sunday afternoon, we went to the burial ceremony. It was calmer than the funeral. They all dressed in white t-shirts. They prayed and gave her last words of love and caring. She was buried in this gigantic cemetery. I had never been in that place. It was my first time, but something I could appreciate was its beauty. It is a well cared place, full of green grass, with trees, birds, and flowers. It was enormous. There were big plots of marble tombstones.
The sky was bright and blue. There was a cool breeze and the chirp of the crickets around us. When I say that there's some beauty out of tragedy, I refer to this. This place emanates such a tranquility that it was almost indescribable. Maybe the reason we were there wasn't the nicest one, but I got to see the majesty of the place. Also, during the moment of the burial, I came to think that in some way, my neighbor's mom is not suffering anymore, and therefore her daughters will be ok knowing that.
Thanks for reading.
