Torbellino emocional
July continues to hit hard and has become the longest month I've ever lived through. As I mentioned in my previous post, this month is always sad for me, and at the same time, it's the month where I do the most introspection. It's impossible for our family not to remember the grief for my mother, but then this year a double earthquake struck, and our emotions came together like a whirlwind that swept away all joy.
On the other hand, my family is still looking for transportation to bring our relatives from La Guaira to Carora. They're unharmed, but they lost everything. We're also so hooked on social media for the first time that our minds are in chaos. We're also keeping up with the news about the floods in Portuguesa, the state where one of my best friends lives. But today, to try and climb out of this emotional rut, I decided to only watch videos of successful rescues. Incredibly, these news reports of people being found alive after so many days under the rubble have been like a band-aid for our hearts, and after several days without picking up a knitting needle, I started knitting again today.
However, sorrows seem to have conspired this infamous month, as I received the news of the passing of a dear friend and professor. He was a great mentor, an excellent teacher, journalist, social activist, a very wise person, and even my thesis advisor during my first degree. It is a regrettable loss. It saddens me even more because I hadn't seen him in a long time. He passed away here in the city from a heart attack, and I can't stop thinking about how damaged his heart must have been for this to happen to him now. I went to the wake today, and obviously, I wasn't going to ask for details, but it hurts because I know how much he loved Venezuelans. He even ventured into politics in his younger years and was a person with a deep social conscience and a willingness to help others. I only wish that he rests in peace, and I will continue to remember him, along with my father, especially in June, for all the good things in their lives. Even though it hurts to do it