Farewell, Angela
My friend Angela died yesterday morning while I was alone with her holding her hand. She passed away peacefully, in silence. She had had a stroke a week ago, she
Deep wounds
Will they come? It’s late, and I’m waiting here alone. Maybe my wife is right. I’m a fool trying to forget the wounds of our recent history. We had survived
April’s party
April was excited. She was going to Gwen’s birthday party! It was the first invitation since her family had moved to her new city. She felt she was beginning to
Good-Bye, my dear friend
A friend of mine has died. I just read about him in the news. We worked together for 26 years in my newspaper. He was a photographer. I was a
Hope at the edge of the abyss
My life has been tough for the last 25 years. I was young, and at the peak of my career as a journalist, a job I adore, when all began.
Not wat we had planned
Yesterday it was the birthday of a friend of mine and we wanted to take her to an outing as a treat. She loves window shopping and we were planning
Gratitude
I suffered a deep depression while working in the newsroom of a newspaper. One of my coworkers, a great friend of mine, knew all about of my condition. When that
Vivacious Nature
Last Sunday I went for a quick walk to a picturesque village near Pamplona, the city where I live, with the idea to explore the surroundings. For me it was
Tired Lesson
Getting up each morning was a heroic act. She wasn’t entirely conscious of what was going on. She felt terribly tired, and any effort seemed unbearable. But she had a