I don't want it to look sad but it's what I feel because my husband left. My dear love left on May 6, his retirement papers were pending on the living room table. I cannot tell you the pain I feel, but I can tell you that I thank God for being able to let me be with him in the cruel times that we have to live. Everything was slow and painful, but not everything was sad. We watched movies, we imagined our retirement, we fought against tumor indices, we applauded the health personnel every afternoon and we laughed when the doctor came dressed so strange (that's what he said). Also when some careless nurse ground his arms to draw blood. Dear love, you told me what a rage to die at this time, but I was telling you … go, go,that Dr. Muñoz will give you something to walk and go to the beach this summer … But no …, you left earlier and left me with the memory of your companions sounding the police sirens and standing firm in signal of the respect they had for you. I, my gordi, am a little lost. I come running home, I see you on the couch and I laugh because you don't take away the TV remote … I go to bed and ask to continue dreaming about you. I await your advice … Like your wife, I say you were the best. I hope you continue to love me as I promised you and accompany me in everything. I still love you.I see you on the couch and I laugh because you don't take away the TV remote … I go to bed and ask to continue dreaming about you. I await your advice … Like your wife, I say you were the best. I hope you continue to love me as I promised you and accompany me in everything. I still love you.I see you on the couch and I laugh because you don't take away the TV remote … I go to bed and ask to continue dreaming about you. I await your advice … Like your wife, I say you were the best. I hope you continue to love me as I promised you and accompany me in everything. I still love you.
