Now I fully understand that appointment with my angel .... his words were so certain everything will be fine ".... ...." and it is true ...." veeeeery everything is well after that dream ".... my father knew of my illness ... is not the first time you sleep with him just very difficult and hard times .... remember it well before my pregnancy, Sofia, I had a pregnancy that did not end and I saw in dreams crying bitterly ... and waking thought, how strange, my dad would be happy for my pregnancy and I lost a few days .... do not believe much in these things but it seems that the connection between them as it was in real life, it is more Bedtime Stories ...
We were great friends, accomplices .... maybe that's why I miss him so much ... but it's funny ... just yesterday talking to one of my pacientitas in the office, I had a friend that lost his father in an accident ... is 9 years old ... she knows my dad ... because I have a picture of him in the office ... and said, "my friend is sad like you to miss your dad ".... if indeed miss him very much and understand very well your friend .... and she replied, "but mariluz child is worse, because you have less time ... you what you had more time my friend" ... when I said that, I felt a bucket of cold water falling over that is absolutely right ... nothing like house in the soul and the existence of everything we had and shared with your loved one and even more if it was the richest time of your life .... and it's true ... I'm not a girl ...
This year, my father turned 8 years have died and still feel like yesterday ... maybe what hurts me is the way he died ... depression and sadness that invaded his last days ... having had to give up what she loved it was his passion for writing, his work, the place where he felt at home all the time and which gave life and heart .... soul refused to have something of my own .... something that was theirs. .. that relied on people ... and finally realized he was left with empty hands ... at least in the professional area.
That was a great lesson in my life and so now I give my life and my heart for something that if it is mine ... Hypatia, my institituto , my refuge ... is the greatest satisfaction I have ... and where my soul has a daily haven, where all great and wonderful conversations I have with each one of those adults and children that I open your spirit will go there feeling much better ... I do like to see them go.
my father was right ... things are better ... Hypatia going well .... my health is not great ... but is controlled and I'm learning to live with it ... the break has taken on new meaning in my life .... and I enjoy many things that did not happen .... and saw among them the most important ... MY CHILDREN ... MY FAMILY ... that is exquisite watch, laugh, play and mourn .... feel like my arms are strengthened each time the cuddle, as if to soak me forever ... so as I miss them .... the friendships that pick up time and distance for letting you go after .... but now I understand that the later is as ephemeral as uncertain ... ... so lacking now .... nothing like ... like this ... I have always said and I say EVERY MOMENT IS ALL MY LIFE .... why I live my life with so much passion ....
"To be a journalist above all to be a good person. If it is a good person can try to understand others, their intentions, their faith, their interests, their difficulties, tragedies. It is a quality that psychology of payroll empathy, which allows the caller to know the character, and share their problems natural and sincere. In this sense, the only correct way to do our job is to disappear, to forget our existence: we exist only for others to share their problems in trying to solve, or at least describe them. " - These words of Ryzard Kapuscinski always struck me, that I personally have found a striking similarity between psychology and journalism .... to be an excellent professional must be a very good person ... I do not doubt. ... I'm not perfect, nor was my father ... but try to be the best I can be and I know my father would try in every minute of his life ....
Today I am happy, I feel confident and satisfied ... the struggle bears fruit ... and the greatest of all .... HAPPINESS is
A kiss to all.
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