Bitter Sweet Moments

I’m back home in Mexico to see my mom, my sister and brother in law and planning to stay here for a month.

This is the third time I’m here after my dad passed away in September last year.  I have to say, I cannot get used to the fact that he is not here anymore.  Every time I arrive to my parents’ house, I cry.  His presence in this house, where I grew up and where he died is overwhelming, I can feel him every where I look.

It still doesn’t feel real, I am waiting for him to arrive from the store, or a game.  I am waiting to hear his voice, I’m waiting for him to say to me:  oh Lorena!, he was the only one that called me by my middle name.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the fact that he is no longer here, waiting for me, smiling when he saw me coming home.

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