Death

Looking at the flowers who were once so "young" and ready to blossom, now almost at the end of their lives, reminds me of my avó, my unique lovely grandma. I can still remember the night when we were all at the hospital, looking at the fragile thin body breathing through the oxygen aids. As the doctor went in to check again and tell us that avó is extremely weak and might not be able to stay for too long, my heart dropped. And when I saw the heart beat going down until it reached 0 it broke my heart into pieces. My eyes, already filled with tears, just cried out an endless ocean. Seeing someone you love tremendously, lying in bed and slowly departing in front of your eyes, hurts. Hurts so much, so much, so much. The pain will never vanish, because that person was once and still is my beloved avó, and it doesn't matter how many days, months, years have passed, the pain is still here. Right here tingling my heart, pulling out tears from my soul.