When a friend leaves, there is an immense pain".

There is a very nice song that says "when a friend leaves, there is an immense pain" and how true this phrase is, the pain is immense, so big that it does not fit in your chest and it hurts as much as if it were going to burst. It is a pain that does not let me breathe and to be able to do so I have to take breaths of air. I would like to cry a lot, until I run out of tears and I can't cry anymore.

Today I just want to sit here and write something but my thoughts do not let me think of anything else but the death of my friend Romelia.

Romelia came into our lives about 11 years ago when she moved into our building. At the beginning she was a little serious but then we grew to trust and support each other, then I met her husband Mr. Domingo with whom I became close friends, together we formed a single family, one of those that you want to have and keep forever.

Mr. Domingo coincidentally also died a year ago (March 3rd) and although I had not overcome that death I was already used to the idea, but yesterday I felt in a nightmare, it was as if I was repeating that day when my friend Romelia called me and told me that she had to give me some bad news. It was the same yesterday, only it was her granddaughter who gave me such a terrible message.

I only remember that I screamed and thinking that I was asleep, I asked her to wake me up from that painful dream.

There are no words that can appease so much suffering, a thousand things go through my mind, memories, our last meeting, our last conversation, her face and her smile, her warm embrace and her advice. Through my mind I only thought that life is very cruel sometimes and that only a year after having taken my friend, now she was ripping my friend out of my hands.

Domingo and Romelia:

Mr. Domingo was very cheerful and funny, kind and helpful. Every time we cooked something we loved to share it; Domingo cooked very well and always made things that I had never eaten before. I remember that at the beginning he put a lot of salt in the food, I think he was used to that and little by little I told him and he really improved his touch of seasoning. All the time he had a new joke and I made fun of him because he looked like the Pope.

The truth is that we spent beautiful moments together; I remember that his favorite date was his birthday, every December 5th he would gather us all together and make us spend a beautiful day. His last birthday he began to prepare about 3 months before, he only talked about it and how much he dreamed that we would meet at the farm where he had spent the last months of his life, that day he made a soup that I can not forget. He was so happy that in the months that followed and until his last day of life he only repeated over and over again how much fun he had had and how grateful he was that we had granted his wish.

I don't know if these are my ideas or if destiny is telling us and warning us that we should say goodbye, but he behaved so well those last months and he did nothing but tell me how much he loved me and how grateful he was to God and to life for having met me and for having maintained this friendship. He would also tell me how much he loved his family and his wife. Domingo left to meet God on March 3rd at 5 o'clock in the morning, quietly at home with his wife, holding hands together.

Romelia and Domingo had a very beautiful love story, because he met her when she was diagnosed with lymphoma, he happened to be a nurse and they met in the middle of all that, since then they fell in love, he swore eternal love, and although they thought she was not going to overcome the disease, destiny wanted something else. Thanks to his care Romelia lived, they got married, had 3 healthy and beautiful children and formed a home in the capital of the country.

With Romelia the friendship was very sincere or at least that's how I felt, she was my confidant, my support, my advisor. She listened to me and vice versa; we shared many beautiful moments, I liked the way she danced and enjoyed life in spite of her heart condition that always came back.

In previous years she overcame these attacks and illnesses because her husband took good care of her and he himself put her treatment to the letter, but this time, this year it could not be like that, he was no longer there and although she tried to get better and do the treatment as the doctors told her, nothing made her get out of that condition.

We were all watching her, her children, her grandchildren, her friends, but the disease won the battle and yesterday in the early hours of the morning death took her away.

I can NOT describe the great pain I feel, I think I will cry a lot for several days, but I must accept it and understand that we all came to this world and we must fulfill a cycle.

In this week that is coming to an end, a week where we celebrate love and friendship, I can only remember the beautiful moments we lived, thank God for having put in my way such wonderful people

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