Last week Hector (Nik) died, on his bike, struck by a truck whose driver didn't even see him, or feel him.
Yesterday was his funeral. I went to support Jessie, one of his closest friends, and hoping to give my condolences to Cristina. She stood out, for the intensity of her grief, older sister, his only blood relative, both adopted in Colombia by a Minnesota couple, who did them more harm than good.
"She lost the only person who ever gave her unconditional love" was what her closest friend told me.
Hard to explain how I came to be there, witness to her grief and despair and to her friends' concerns.
Today I called her to ask her how she's doing, as if I didn't know, but more to let her know I've been thinking about her, and to lend an ear.
Someday the things that you miss and grieve for will also bring a smile, but not yet.
Desquitate, sueltate pero ten fuerza y no te hundas, no te pases...quierete y no te culpes
The last time I had seen her was riding bikes on the Greenway, over a year ago. I called out to her "aren't you Nik's sister?", we talked for the first time, told me how she felt bad that she hadn't called him for a while, they weren't as close since she had sought refuge outside their adoptive "family". Hesitant at first (haven't I learnt not to meddle?) I ventured to suggest that she call him, that I knew he needed her. (did i really know? how!?)
When we spoke tonight she told me how she started calling him regularly after that, many times a week, and though it had bothered her a bit that I had said it to her, that she was glad I did because it brought them closer.
they shared laughter, dreams and hopes for the future,
now he's gone
I could barely hold back the tears when she told me this, when I put the phone down I started sobbing, and now again, just thinking about the love I have received and the hope that I never quite lost
thanks to you
and Spirit
Sept 2011
Jessie told me recently that she and Nik had actually been married, that they were more than soul- mates...
Yesterday was his funeral. I went to support Jessie, one of his closest friends, and hoping to give my condolences to Cristina. She stood out, for the intensity of her grief, older sister, his only blood relative, both adopted in Colombia by a Minnesota couple, who did them more harm than good.
"She lost the only person who ever gave her unconditional love" was what her closest friend told me.
Hard to explain how I came to be there, witness to her grief and despair and to her friends' concerns.
Today I called her to ask her how she's doing, as if I didn't know, but more to let her know I've been thinking about her, and to lend an ear.
Someday the things that you miss and grieve for will also bring a smile, but not yet.
Desquitate, sueltate pero ten fuerza y no te hundas, no te pases...quierete y no te culpes
The last time I had seen her was riding bikes on the Greenway, over a year ago. I called out to her "aren't you Nik's sister?", we talked for the first time, told me how she felt bad that she hadn't called him for a while, they weren't as close since she had sought refuge outside their adoptive "family". Hesitant at first (haven't I learnt not to meddle?) I ventured to suggest that she call him, that I knew he needed her. (did i really know? how!?)
When we spoke tonight she told me how she started calling him regularly after that, many times a week, and though it had bothered her a bit that I had said it to her, that she was glad I did because it brought them closer.
they shared laughter, dreams and hopes for the future,
now he's gone
I could barely hold back the tears when she told me this, when I put the phone down I started sobbing, and now again, just thinking about the love I have received and the hope that I never quite lost
thanks to you
and Spirit
Sept 2011
Jessie told me recently that she and Nik had actually been married, that they were more than soul- mates...
