It’s been a year since I lost my wonderful father to cancer and it still feels as if it was yesterday. It is THE hardest thing I have gone through in my life.
It is hard for me to go back to my home town, my dear Saltillo Mexico. Every time I’m there, I await for my dad to walk in the door coming back from his baseball game. I don’t understand how my mom, my sister and brother in law can handle that, how they can live with that emptiness every single day. I admire them for that strength.
I have to say that I have learned many valuable lessons thanks to my father and even though I wish I could wake up from this nightmare, I am thankful for his teachings of strength, courage, kindness and I am thankful for how much all of this has changed my life.
I know it will never be the same without him, but there’s hope, believe me. Hang on, wait, hold on, it will pass. There’s hope that one day you will be able to some how, gather all the lessons that that rough period of your life gave you and use them to better your life. You’ll be able to see life in a different way, you will change your life and make it bearable to continue on your path.
You’ll be able to feel their presence next to you to guide you. I know, it is not enough, it is not the same as seeing them, hearing their voice, holding them, but some how this new light inside of you becomes what pushes you and gives you the courage to go on.
There is HOPE, just wait……………………