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JOY FOR ANA AND HER MOTHER'S WORTH

Hi Ana,

is normal for your mother is wrong, do not panic. I was in a vegetative state for three months, everyone needs the time you need. I thought she'd go crazy, well that's normal.

you going to have two lives: before and that starts now. At the moment the pain is pervasive, but there are sparks of love, flashes of light that is to go big by doing small. What I mean is that it is horrible lie and it's horrible up but, in between, a few days, you can feel the love in its purest form, although this feeling lasts seconds. From that day should be left alone with those seconds, those seconds constantly think and do not go round to the terrifying thoughts that haunt us.

must live the pain, not hide, you hide not yours, sky, convinced as to want to be right. Of course your mother at times I would close my eyes and off forever, but, in my opinion, this is not the solution. First for her, then he now has the opportunity to teach you that after a very hard blow can up and then because your brother, your son needs her to learn to live again, to feel completely happy wherever you are. Energy is not created or destroyed, and death is just another step. The body dies, yes, but not the power, soul or whatever you wish to call. He is sending you strength, I still want the same, but can not return, why not ask him. It is impossible. You'll have to get used to living without their physical presence. The more love manage to feel closer to him you will be.

remember when I cried inconsolably Ignasi said to my son, "Honey you do not be sad, do not cry for you, cry for me because even I can not live without seeing you or hug you, because I have fear, because I know how to get ahead, but you do not worry I will learn. Regardless learn. " Because for all the world I want my son to feel bad for me. He lived here I had to live, no one lives a minute or a minute less than what is agreed, nothing and no one has taken anything away. Life is like that. That's what I think, that we have a set time to learn, what we have to learn and when we learned we go.

Ana, I know that now you are aware of your mothers, day and night, even when you're with her. But have to give yourself permission to derrumbarte, so will help you go to therapy, whatever it is. You lost a brother suddenly, when apparently did not play, and you see your parents collapsed as never before had seen. That's a lot. All at home are going to have to work, bereavement groups are a great comfort to many people, going to therapy may also be, learn yoga to calm the mind sure you'll do well ... Little by little you will go see what is most comforting . No hurry, but relentlessly, at your own pace, you will go find the path of peace, joy and happiness. I'm not going to deceive you and you can imagine that the journey is long, but at the end of tunnel going to be reborn and you have the opportunity to live more authentic and loving from now.

Please write me whenever you want. Now I know you're lost, but you are not alone.

A big hug and very, very affectionate to both

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Sometimes I imagine that as a big tree, my feet go so strong and deep roots that reach the center of the Earth. They keep me upright when it's storming and I feed on the sap that gives life to all that blooms. So either subject, I feel safe as a baby in his mother's arms. If I mourn, I cry, because life rocks me, hold me and I join countless hearts. When I feel confident and loved me away from the hustle of everyday life and let me lick my wounds ... and I remember. I have lived times painful, indelible, so mine are like the air I breathe. But when I count the 53 years, I can only thank the love I have received. Without each one of the people who have crossed my path would not be what I am, and had walked the walked. All have offered me gifts, though some, at first viewed them as enemies. How much it costs us to see beyond prejudices, appearances, tags! I was born and the inflexibility inflexible that I won the whole piece is these people have cost me so much. Now I can look them in the eyes with love because I know they are and have been my real teachers. The same thing happens with adversity. Without them and, above all, without the rap, unbearable, terrible death that gave me my son had not discovered in me the courage and strength love. During these 12 years, after getting nothing, sunken and bare have been re-building my life and I can assure you it is possible to look forward to a new day, but sometimes, like today, I feel sad. For my sadness is sweet, lick the wound is pink, has nothing to do with the desperation of the early stages. It is worth to go ahead because I know that joy is part of me is in each one of us.

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FORWARD ALL GOING TO BE A WALK WITH YOU

Nostalgic days come, yes, we are going to catch us all out of hand, with thought put into the care of women and men of the family who have preceded us, who are no longer here but still love us, illuminating our way. And Let us gifts. Each day upon waking I propose that we send each other our feelings of affection, although we do not know. The first and largest sense, that is for the girl, small and scared, all of us. In this way life is going together and in a section or other all break into tears. Nothing happens, let the tears streaming down our cheeks. Tears are holy hand, mitigate the pain, cleanse the heart and leave space for calm. If we have to mourn, weep, nothing happens. The bigger the llorera, lighter and feels happy soul. Another of the gifts you want to share the joy. Why not feel glimmers of happiness? What if we do not deserve? On the other hand, our sons, fathers, mothers, husbands, wives, grandparents, friends and siblings are happy and happiness is more complete if they sense our own. We will gather every day bits of love and when we have a large ball, wrap it in pretty paper, we put a big bow and gave it.

We will be all one, the forces that arise with that dress and comb to those faint. Those faint, which is no longer dress and comb it, maybe tomorrow, they'll force them to spoil.

We are not alone, really. On this planet that orbits the sun, in this infinite universe, the plan is perfect and everything, everything is possible. There is only one truth.

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CHRISTMAS IS COMING ... REINVENTION

We are now in December. The light returns to be dim and the sun, shy, enveloping everything in long shadows. 12 Decembers have passed since he left Ignasi. To me it is a month like any other. While nostalgia and pain I have invaded many times the year is, without doubt, during the months of December when my soul takes stock. Open the floodgates of emotions and emerge, one by one the ghosts hidden and between, the value and the treasures that I keep hidden. For many of these 12 Decembers fear has been the strongest, which has caught me by the hand to take me straight to hell. I tuck, I have been visiting their corners and I've noticed, as I have been visiting every year, that the physical absence of Ignasi is what has given me the opportunity to acknowledge my fears. Those already long before he died, those who are mine, which go far beyond his departure.

is in December too when the soul more visible now, I feel gently on his knees and softly speaks to me of my treasures, all good things in life, love to give and I receive, long journey of the inexhaustible power in all of us. The soul, as a good mother, she never tires of telling me she will always be beside me, to live confident, that life does not end with death, actually what we call life is but a dream. As I stroked his hair reminds me of what I can when I would feel the love and joy. She asks me to remember how good we feel when the two, at home, with complicity and treachery, we vases filled with flowers, while in the kitchen boiling broth cold that comfort my family and friends.

"Do not separate me, girl," she says, "that is December." Do not separate yourself from your soul you, reader, that come Christmas, you might open your gates and need all the help of your angels to pierce the tempest. You might wonder: Do people come really angels? It seems to me that they always are, but I see them more clearly if you walk in the countryside or the sea, if I try to pretend, if I really listen and do what I want. If I say what I think, if I forgive and I apologize if my words hurt, if I want, nevertheless, to create within my harmony and peace. When no lo consigo, sigo sintiendo que ellos están, siguiéndome de cerca, justo detrás de mí, con los brazos abiertos, como lo estaba mi madre cuando yo empezaba a andar.

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walk in that every mother who has killed a child and all persons who have suffered loss felt, a job, relationship, whatever. And, although most painful-to scare us a lot of changes, "re-invent has great charm, has unimaginable possibilities, such as giving meaning deeper into our lives and become something that had not had the courage to be.

A good way to start to be another, more authentic, is to put order in the pack in all of us hanging on his back. Weighs much as we accumulate and is not really ours! I refer to the concerns and responsibilities of others we do ours. 'That each club hold your candle' phrase may seem selfish, but in reality is a universal truth and wisdom. Some men, but especially women, we tend to take care of emotions, troubles and tribulations of every house, the rest of the family, many friends, colleagues and a lot of people. Nothing, with patience and care must be returning to each his own and stay only with what belongs to us, that's enough. To lighten the weight, we find ourselves. That also scared, but look at us and listen carefully is the first step to become more cheerful and happy women. Stick your head under the wing, is more than proven, only make the recovery. What we do not like what we see? Nothing, we must roll up our sleeves and start doing laundry. If we have the anger or sadness, we must feel it, but yes, just ours.

may seem frivolous, to re-invent the external changes are usually very helpful. A good friend, which a month ago has killed his beloved family, I said the other day that has been dyed the hair of another color to look in the mirror and see that it is no longer what it was. I went from redhead to blonde when Ignasi died and now I'm at the stage of me white hair, his air.

Re-invent or die is another universal truth. In a yoga meditation my teacher took us to imagine the little old ladies. What would you say the old woman to the woman you are now? What do you say your old lady, I ask you, reader? If you could see for many years and look back, they would just say to the woman you are today all that happens, life goes very quickly, to suffer no good, you better get rid all the wrongs and dedicate yourself to live, if you're happy and you happy, it's easier than you are, too everyone around you, including your loved ones dead.

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GET HELP FOR GRIEVING

Sometimes this blog have commented on the valuable help I received from the therapists that I found in the way of my grief. I was fortunate that already in the hospital the night that changed our lives, was on our side our friend and Elisabeth homeopathic doctor. I met many years ago when repeated otitis our youngest son, James, prompted me to look for alternatives. She gave us hand in the early days of darkness and has never stopped. Tita also kept us, my friend and teacher of yoga and continues to distance now living in another continent. Marcelino, the psychologist that awaits us all at home has been and remains one luz en nuestro camino. He conocido diversas terapias energéticas y desde hace 10 años, una vez al mes, acudo a un taller de interpretación de sueños… Sí, tengo la suerte de contar con muchas buenas personas que me acompañan con su sabiduría. Dicen que estas personas aparecen, como los ángeles, cuando abrimos nuestro corazón, cuando nos mueve el impulso de estar bien, de atravesar las tinieblas, de conocernos mejor, de evolucionar, de abrazarnos al amor para seguir viviendo.

Aunque nadie puede andar nuestros pasos, pienso que no solo es lícito sino necesario contar con puntos de apoyo que nos sostengan cuando desfallecemos. Porque estar de duelo es como estar subido a una noria que no para, that seems to have no end.

Each person is different and every grief is personal and what is good about may not work in others, but that does not stop overcome fear or pride and ask for help because the pain parked, hidden, rejected becomes icy rock press your chest and, sooner or later we have to make the case ... or sick.

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TELL ME GOODBYE

Victoria Branca
Excerpted from his book,
I'd like to say goodbye

One of the largest penalties covered with its shadow the sudden death of a loved one, is not having been able to say goodbye.
This deprivation to which we referred the life drives us to despair, and where the wound for a long time. We feel that the heart was staked and gagged in no man's land. There are so many things that we wanted to say and could not ... Everything
silence is death left by the wayside in some corner of our soul, and at some point we have to go in his quest and give voice again even if the recipient is no longer. Saying all that
babble sobbing our hearts will be giving anxiety and will allow us to clean the wound, removing anything that might infect to heal gradually.
A parting ways is through a letter. In a place
quiet, alone, leaving the heart is expressed, we can write the words that silenced the pain.
Although we begin to do it and the tears will not allow us to see the road clearly, although the sadness seems to pervade us and leave us without air in the lungs, is liberating draw out all that we wanted to say and could not.
Even if what comes out is not what we expected, open the chest of the emotions is a way to move the match up healthy.

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I'm not asking you to give me special treatment. I'm not sick, you should get away from me just ask you to consider some aspects, as has happened to me the worst thing that could have happened.

I ask you not afraid to pronounce the name of my son, as he lived, still live in me and was / is very important.
Consider how happy I am to know that you also remember and talk about it. I like knowing that you also have this on their birthdays and anniversaries. Believes that I will

perhaps one day by different emotions.
I can be filled with joy at the memory of my son and I can mourn later by his absence.
Maybe one day I'll be happy and one day will be disastrous for me.
I ask you to give me space to be free with my emotions, I'm still working on them.
not make me feel happy if you see me retiring, because I'm thinking about my son.
Consider what has happened to me has no name. Do not compare to a situation where you have happened to you. Losing a child is not the same as any other death or event. Please do not make comparisons.

believes that even though I'm working on developing transcend my grief and my emotions, not know how long this can last me.
While practitioners say that the match lasts one to three years, sometimes I think it will be many years to overcome this trauma.
Give me time, I do not know how ...

Please comfort me with religious and theological explanations do not tell me that "God wanted another angel with him."
considers it normal that I rethink my faith and my beliefs. Even, let me question my religion and some other things and do not make me feel guilty.
I know I'll get to new and strengthened faith in God, will achieve a new understanding with him

consider my body I also passed the bill for this emotional blow.
I can gain or lose weight, sleeping too much or not sleeping. Have rare diseases and be prone to be sick.

considers that there are times when I can talk about economic problems. I know them. I only ask that you consider the appropriate time.

Finally, consider that I have new "glasses" for life.

'm not the same. Never will be.
I'm different, I'm not like before, maybe I'm better ... Try
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Paula and I together by invisible threads, and indestructible

been a year and a half since that day that left an indelible mark on my life. I look back and acknowledge that I have come a long way since the day that Paula died. Many people tell me that admires how strong I am, that I have not collapsed. I think "have not seen me in my worst moments, but I recognize that I have fought fiercely to try not only to survive but to live. The truth is that he had many more options. What else could I do but fight? ... Sure, I could have picked me be overwhelmed by sadness, full of bitterness, lie down to die. But I have another son who deserves to live and be happy. I can not imagine people who do not have anyone for whom to live.

I think over time, as I have developed a different perspective on the death of Paula, but deep sadness and pain are always, intensity and duration have eased a bit. Or possibly has increased my ability to tolerate pain. Paula was not present when had the accident, however the images flutter in my mind and sometimes at night I wake up because in my dream I fall and be the fatal blow to the head. Sometimes looks at me, smiles and says, "Look, Mommy, I can fly."

Paula's memories are a mixture of pain and tenderness. Before long, he managed to string together memories of entire events. Perhaps that is why memories appear as flashes of light. Appear and are so intense that no strength left me, wrapped in a very deep sadness. Achievement sometimes smile when I think of some amusing episode in his life. It is still a shy smile, warm. My laughter is no longer out of my stomach as before.

My sufferings are endless and my pain (in different magnitudes) are as well, and seem to stop, because no sooner had one already comes another ... as a turning wheel without stopping the wheel of pain.

And do not stop, fall over and over again in mourning, in self-pity, in depression, weakness, no strength to look ahead, not strength to stand alone, ask for help sometimes quietly, sometimes God and sometimes screaming! Why does this happen to me me? When will so much pain? Why do I suffer so much? and then ... I join in the sea of \u200b\u200bsadness, I had no strength, no desire to get up, not wanting to fight with my irrigation tears my days ............ unanswered.

Small events can wake up my pain with overwhelming force. If I see a photo I had never seen, I hear a song from their favorite band, I find some of her friends, listen to your recorded voice, I immediately feel the pain as sharp as I felt the day he died. Those are my worst days. No fight. Let me wrap pain, because only by recognizing it, I am accepting that I'm alive.

has not been easy to remain a family. Before long we could sit three to eat. See the empty chair once occupied Paula was too painful. It was not easy to leave the three Vacation to where we were before the four. Each activity we do is incomplete. There is always the question how Paula would have been if he were still here?

stay away from the family celebrations. Where are all my family members gathered, the absence of Paula makes me much more intolerable. See their premiums rise, studying, living happily her teenage years, see them become young adults, is a knife that sticks in my chest.

One of the things I've learned is to be more understanding and sensitive to other people's pain. If I see someone who treats me badly addressed rudely, then I think maybe that person also I suffer like the death of a child or other loved one. I know there are many people who have had experiences similar or more devastating than mine. My suffering is small compared with that vast universe of pain. Gradually

have been reconciled and reconnecting with life. Slowly I turned to laugh, to work, to relate to some people. I have stopped interacting with others. Represent the difference between "before and after" ... and it hurts. I have learned to protect myself from situations or people that hurt me, upset me, consuming my energy. I have gradually been building a new life, adding new elements, try new activities know what I feel comfortable. It is a process of trial and error. Discipline rather than motivation. . Seeking a mission in my life. I feel it is important to me to have a goal, something worth getting up in the morning. I know that something needs to be related to Paula. She guides me in this quest. I need to learn to quiet my mind to hear his voice. It's just a matter of time. I have patience. Be patient.

most important thing for me has been finding ways to honor and keep alive the memory of Paula. Since I can not give anything else in this life, try to find simple rituals that can help you in your new life and comfort me. I light candles on his birthday and any other day when I have the urge Paula or when I feel that he asks. The candle flame represents for me the spirit of Paula and I think that wherever you are, Paula sees the light of the candle and do not feel alone.

My relationship with Paula is no longer physical. It is spiritual. I think and feel that the more I grow spiritually, the closer it. I like to think that Paula and I continue to grow, each in its reality, each in its own way and that my relationship with her develops, reaching different shades and much deeper.

I pause. The sun has come out again. I look to the garden and observe the flowers. I decide to take a book and sit awhile in the garden. Today I can feel satisfaction doing these simple things. Paula is always present in all these small acts of my everyday life. I see Paula in the brushstrokes of watercolor of a sunset, in large, deep eyes of a girl, in the strong wind in the treetops. We communicate without words. We are bound by invisible threads, and indestructible.

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More than nostalgia sadness is what causes me the colors of November. From the window, I see how the land is inducing sleep and brown and wilted leaves carpeted the streets. Beginning today at 5 pm and will be of almost dark, and soon, too soon, they will shine throughout the city Christmas lights. What do I do? I do not want that nostalgia is installed at home, as did other years, and fill all of the past. I am willing to share with her some times, perhaps a whole afternoon, but I also want to live this fall, mine, all I have now, with a light heart. Ignasi is true that one month left to hug December that Christmas is just around the corner. It is precisely for that reason, I start to sew a patchwork blanket, made with bits of honey. I intend to create something beautiful every day as it has many beautiful things, the stitching will go. This blanket, made of scraps of happy thoughts, smiles, illusions, new hugs, winks loving my children, my husband, my friends, all the people I love and far, give me warmth. And when you knock on my door I'll open the sadness, of course, but take with me the blanket in place.

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said an oyster to a neighboring:

- I feel a great pain inside me. It is something heavy and round, that hurts me.

- Praise be to the heavens and the sea, "replied the other with haughty condescension I do not feel any pain. I'm good and healthy, outside and inside.

At that moment a crab was passing heard the two others and told I was good and healthy inside and out:

"Yes, you're good and healthy, but the pain I feel your neighbor is a pearl of extraordinary beauty.

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seems to me that everyone has a weak point or more. I refer to aspects of life where we have more difficulty, as if they were subjects that we resist. Some may have trouble making friends, many have no luck at work, others spend real hurt with couples or with money ... For me and many readers of this blog, the main theme, I moved the are soul children. Historically, long before he died Ignasi, my anguish, my greatest fear revolves around them. Not because they have been difficult children, not the contrary, I have been fortunate to have two wonderful children. The fear to which I refer is so deep that goes beyond reason. I remember many years ago, before sleeping, going over in bed a happy day and asking, please, any test that would grant me life had nothing to do with children. But it has touched them to be my teachers. Ignasi death is and has been a great learning experience, but I still have much to learn from James. For example, a severe toothache, as having three days, it gives me a seizure that sent me to the epicenter of an ancestral pain. An old fear I have to go through it to liberate him and me in a weight that prevents us from loving without fear. Nobody likes to see their loved ones being embarrassed, that's obvious. But to our emotions, their grief, not only unhelpful, but, the distressed, makes us less effective. and I know that I walk. I also know the weaknesses, whatever they are, keep in essence a treasure, an award for bravery through them, to get around them and transform them. Thus fears fade. Our children are not ours, are children of life, says the poet Khalil Gibran. In our hands is to love them, support them, help them, but do not live your life trying to live ours. His challenges are made to measure, are the tools that allow them to grow and find meaning in their existence. Without difficulty, they will not get achievements. This also serves the dead children. We can not hold them, or pretend that everything continues as before, as if they had gone to the other side. Need to let go and drop to a we only care.

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