Death marched up to him, smiled, and shook his hand. You were a brave soldier, said Death, I never expected you to be blown away by the fight. And the man simply shook his head with a sad sort of smile playing on his lips. His eyes were sparkling with unshed tears as he looked Death in the eye. You have been a very noble opponent and I was pleased to play this cat and mouse game, he whispered. Death is only the beginning. There is a world waiting for me where pain no longer exists and sorrow is but a whisper in time. No one speaks of what happens when you’re gone. And I can only recall memories of the ones who have gone before me. And as the man spoke those words, he looked into the distance and saw the family members and friends who had been long gone. The tears could not stop him from being strong for the ones left behind. He slowly took a breath as Death could only stare at the floor. I have battled for a very long time. Injuries, both physical and emotional. I have suffered many emotional stings and my life has ended in a less than perfect way. I have loved ones that I am leaving behind and my sorrow is beyond description. I know the empty loss that they will experience. I can understand why they would hate me or God or fate. And as he spoke those words, he turned around back at the world we was leaving behind. Tears streamed down his lively cheek as he whispered: I will not forget the ones who have stood by my struggle. And as death awaits, I will promise you a different forever….
For two years, I have silently struggled to accept death as a friend. Someone who did not wish pain upon me but a job for an old friend. You cannot stop Death from doing what he is supposed to do. But you can welcome him. God, fate, Death….whatever you believe is the reason other than science for the unexplainable passing of a loved one: the hardest battles and struggles are always given to those who won’t give up without a fight. And god wills you to believe in a stronger power, a stronger persona. He wills you to believe that although the battle is rough, you must continue. Although the heartache is great, you must believe that He needs an Angel. God only gives his toughest battles to those who can rise above the struggle and be braver than others. Who can establish hope for those who have lost their faith. I lost my Dad, my best friend, and the only man who I loved with a child’s innocence two years ago. And although I’ve been kicked to the dirt with my breath catching by the heart break in my cheat leaving me breathless….I have strived never to lose my faith. When I feel like I am being pushed to the ground, I continue to stand right back on both my feet. Time has proven to me that it will help you heal, but it can never erase the wounds nor make them sting any less. I have been a witness to the power of time. It moves and can make you forget what you’ve been grieving for. But time can never destroy a heart break where it stood. The heart is like a sculpture. You can fix the cracks as long as you want, but it will never be the same piece of art. It will always be broken.
I love you Papi, and everything I have done and will do for years to come is all because you taught me how to stand on both my feet and move forward. Everything you taught me: from how to swim to how to swim from the sorrow ripping me under the current. No one can take a Daddy’s place on his daughters heart. But God will always be there to fill in the cracks to feel whole again.