Hola amigos hoy necesito desahogarme un poco y hablar de algo súper duro que me está pasando. Mi abuela, quien para mí siempre fue mucho más que eso, más bien como mi mamá, la persona que siempre estuvo ahí para mí desde que puedo recordar, ya no está. Y la verdad, esto me está pegando más fuerte de lo que imaginé.
Ella no solo era la que me cuidaba, sino que también me daba los mejores consejos y siempre sabía cómo hacerme reír cuando todo lo demás parecía ir mal. No sé, era esa persona que hacía que todo a mi alrededor tuviera sentido, y ahora que no está, todo se siente súper vacío y confuso.
A veces me siento solo en esto, como que nadie realmente entiende lo mucho que la extraño y lo tanto que me duele no poder hablar con ella, no escuchar su voz diciéndome que todo va a estar bien. Estos momentos me hacen pensar en cuánto afecta perder a alguien que es tu roca.
Creo que lo más difícil de todo es simplemente aceptar que ya no está físicamente aquí, que no puedo simplemente ir y contarle sobre mi día o mis problemas. No sé cómo voy a acostumbrarme a eso, la verdad. Pero también sé que tengo que tratar de encontrar la forma de seguir adelante, porque eso definitivamente es lo que ella querría.
Quiero pensar que de alguna manera ella todavía está conmigo, guiándome, aunque no la pueda ver. Me gusta creer que me está viendo y que está orgullosa de cómo estoy intentando manejar esto, aunque me caiga a veces.
En fin, todo esto también me ha hecho pensar en lo corta que es la vida y en cómo tenemos que apreciar a las personas que nos importan mientras están con nosotros. No quiero dar nada por hecho nunca más.
Recuerdo cuando dormí abrazado con ella , sentir ese amor es lo más maravilloso que puede existir en la vida quien me conoce a mí y a mi abuela sabía que ella era mi debilidad y la conexión tan bonita que teníamos , si les soy sincero mi corazón latía super rápido y mi alegría era visible pero ahora todo eso que me hacía feliz ya no está y saben es muy duro ver a la persona que más quieres en un ataúd no saben el dolor tan grande que fue al ver al amor de mi vida allí .
Apesar de todo este dolor tengo una experiencia de que se que muy pronto la veré de nuevo, y solo imagino el día que le de la bienvenida de nuevo a la vida al amor de mi vida se que todo esto es temporal y todo pasará muy pronto, ahora solo me queda luchar y resistir para que cuando ella se levante poder estar allí por ello debo luchar con todas mis fuerzas apesar de que no pueda ni tenga las ganas para hacerlo. Por lo menos puedo decir que mi abuela me amo tanto como yo la ame a ella y que se que era su chiquito, ella movia cielo y tierra con solo verme feliz, tuve a una persona excepcional en mi vida y le doy gracias a Jehová por permitirme haberla tenido en mi camino y haber podido compartir a su lado.
Solo me queda esperar la maravillosa promesa de Jehová para ver de nuevo a el amor de mi vida aquí conmigo y poder recuperar mi corazón y mi vida
Hello, today friends I need to vent a little and talk about something super hard that is happening to me. My grandmother, who to me was always much more than that, more like my mother, the person who was always there for me as long as I can remember, is no longer here. And the truth is, this is hitting me harder than I imagined.
She was not only the one who took care of me, but she also gave me the best advice and always knew how to make me laugh when everything else seemed to go wrong. I don't know, he was that person who made everything around me make sense, and now that he's gone, everything feels super empty and confusing.
Sometimes I feel alone in this, like no one really understands how much I miss her and how much it hurts me not to be able to talk to her, not to hear her voice telling me that everything is going to be okay. These moments make me think how much it affects you to lose someone who is your rock.
I think the hardest thing of all is just accepting that he's basically not here anymore, that I can't just go and tell him about my day or my problems. I don't know how I'm going to get used to that, honestly. But I also know that I have to try to find a way to move forward, because that's definitely what she would want.
I think the hardest thing of all is just accepting that he's not physically here anymore, that I can't just go and tell him about my day or my problems. I don't know how I'm going to get used to that, honestly. But I also know that I have to try to find a way to move forward, because that's definitely what she would want.
I want to think that somehow she is still with me, guiding me, even though I can't see her. I like to believe that she's watching me and is proud of how I'm trying to handle this, even though I fall at times.
Anyway, all this has also made me think about how short life is and how we have to appreciate the people we care about while they are with us. I don't want to take anything for granted anymore.
I remember when I slept cuddling with her, feeling that love is the most wonderful thing that can exist in life. Anyone who knows me and my grandmother knew that she was my
Hello, today friends I need to vent a little and talk about something super hard that is happening to me. My grandmother, who to me was always much more than that, more like my mother, the person who was always there for me as long as I can remember, is no longer here. And the truth is, this is hitting me harder than I imagined.
She was not only the one who took care of me, but she also gave me the best advice and always knew how to make me laugh when everything else seemed to go wrong. I don't know, he was that person who made everything around me make sense, and now that he's gone, everything feels super empty and confusing.
Sometimes I feel alone in this, like no one really understands how much I miss her and how much it hurts me not to be able to talk to her, not to hear her voice telling me that everything is going to be okay. These moments make me think how much it affects you to lose someone who is your rock.
I think the hardest thing of all is just accepting that he's basically not here anymore, that I can't just go and tell him about my day or my problems. I don't know how I'm going to get used to that, honestly. But I also know that I have to try to find a way to move forward, because that's definitely what she would want.
I think the hardest thing of all is just accepting that he's not physically here anymore, that I can't just go and tell him about my day or my problems. I don't know how I'm going to get used to that, honestly. But I also know that I have to try to find a way to move forward, because that's definitely what she would want.
I want to think that somehow she is still with me, guiding me, even though I can't see her. I like to believe that she's watching me and is proud of how I'm trying to handle this, even though I fall at times.
Anyway, all this has also made me think about how short life is and how we have to appreciate the people we care about while they are with us. I don't want to take anything for granted anymore.
I remember when I slept cuddling with her, feeling that love is the most wonderful thing that can exist in life. Anyone who knows me and my grandmother knew that she was my