When my husband passed away suddenly my life changed without warning in an instant. I asked myself, what do I do alone from now on? I felt lost and aimless. My daughters and son were with me, but the feeling of loneliness and abandonment drowned me.
The paperwork and paperwork kept my mind and spirit fast. So much so that I only thought of acting and solving. I questioned my faith at the low blow that life gave me. I dedicated myself to comforting my children and giving the face of a strong woman. So, several days passed until the catharsis arrived. Yes, that fair and necessary moment to release emotions. I cried so much until my soul was unburdened. With a clear mind I realized that my faith was what kept me going. I remembered my father saying “daughter, life is a mission and when the ship comes to look for us, we have to go.”
At that moment I took back the reins of my new life. With the essence and strength that I inherited from my life partner for 47 years, I faced my reality. I used pain to energize me and live life to the fullest. I make new friends, I travel, I enjoy nature and my children and grandchildren. I go to the movies and restaurants alone and laugh at people’s faces when they see me. The love for my husband continues and he will continue to live in me. But my beating and passionate heart continues to enjoy and fulfill its mission until my ship arrives.
María M García, BA, MA
