Carta al Cielo
Hermanita mía, no sabes cuanto te extraño, ¿sabes algo?.
¿Zandrita? Cuanto extraño que me digan asi, me fui dando cuenta que eras la única persona que lo hacias.
Nadie está al tanto de lo que me pasa, nadie viene expresamente a orar por mi, por mi hogar y mis hijos con ese amor que brotaba desde el fondo de tu corazón.
Tus nietos estan bellos, ahorita la hembra cumple quince años es igualita a ti, tu estatura, tus facciones, tu risa y esa dulce y delicada manera de tratar a las personas.
Nuestra madre que en tu última conversación me dijiste: "Zandrita cuida a mami" ay por Dios mi hermana, la dejaste sin el amor de la única hija que la amaba incondicionalmente, no encuentra consuelo y realmente no se como consolarla, ya sabes cuán difícil es nuestra madre.
Que decir de tus hermanos, el mayor refugiado en Dios tal y como tu lo haces, el del medio lo perdimos el 23 de Octubre del 2024, fue traumático todo, no sabemos si al final se pudo reconciliar con Dios y hoy está a tu lado esperando la segunda venida del hijo del hombre.
Nuestro hermano pequeño, ese que quieres y cuidabas como a un hijo, que te digo, no se conforma con tu partida aunque sabe que estas en los brazos de Dios. Hoy es un discipulo de Jehová bautizado y muy temeroso de él, a ese desde el cielo brindale todo tu apoyo, aún te necesita.
Yo extrañandote mucho, ojalá algún dia volvamos a encontrarnos, te abrazaré tan fuerte que nunca pero nunca volverás a dejarme.
@holos-lotus, it's always a pleasure to post in this beautiful community. I tell you that I've been wanting to do this post for days and every time a lump gets in my throat, but I feel like I'm not finishing this part of one of the duels that I've been stuck in my heart. I can't say that I'm going to turn pages but I believe in the relief that would soothe the soul.
I am writing this letter in nostalgia and denial of the loss, it has been 4 years, 7 months and it hurts me, it hurts a lot.
Letter to the Sky
Sister, you don't know how much I miss you, do you know something?.
There is not a day, a single day that I don't think about you, I miss your phone calls, how many did you make to me a day?. I miss your sweet tips with fear of getting hurt.
Zandrita? How strange that they say that to me, I was realizing that you were the only person who did it.
No one is aware of what is happening to me, no one comes expressly to pray for me, for my home and my children with that love that gushed from the bottom of your heart.
Your grandchildren are beautiful, now the female is turning fifteen she looks just like you, your height, your features, your laughter and that sweet and delicate way of treating people.
Our mother who in your last conversation you told me: "Zandrita takes care of mommy" oh my God my sister, you left her without the love of the only daughter who loved her unconditionally, she finds no comfort and I really don't know how to comfort her, you know how difficult our mother is.
What to say about your brothers, the greatest refugee in God as you do, the middle one we lost on October 23, 2024, it was traumatic everything, we do not know if in the end he could be reconciled with God and today he is at your side waiting for the second coming of the Son of man.
Our little brother, the one you loved and cared for like a son, I'm telling you, is not satisfied with your departure even though he knows that you are in the arms of God. Today he is a baptized disciple of Jehovah and very afraid of him, give him all your support from heaven, he still needs you.
I miss you a lot, I hope one day we will meet again, I will hug you so tight that you will never, but you will never leave me again.
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El texto es original libre de IA.
Traducido al inglés con el Traductor Yandex, mi lengua materna es el Español.
Los separadores fueron editados en Canva.
All images are my property.
The text is original AI-free.
Translated into English with the Yandex Translator, my native language is Spanish.
The separators were edited in Canva.
