Hey there.
Long stories are something that are best enjoyed when they're well narrated. Well, I'm no writer, but I guess I'll just give it a shot.
As a common 18 year old teenager, I'm not somebody who worries too much about stuff that you may think will never happen to you, or at least it won't happen 'til it's supposed to. I guess everybody feels the same way if they haven't experienced anything like that themselves, but you know... sht happens.
It was late December 2008, on a normal, boring Sunday morning. My family consists in my parents, my two younger brothers and me. We went to the church. I always try to pay attention, but always get bored at the father's speech that comes after the gospel. My dad and brothers sometimes get bored at it too. My mom gets mad at that, but we all just smile and complain that it's really boring.
At the end, since Christmas had been a couple days ago, the Father started singing a weird song. It spun around my head all day long.
Among my brothers and me, there was a rumor that dad was buying a new car. I heard my mom saying something about it, but when we asked either her or dad, they wouldn't say anything, but would smile and walk away.
Well, on that Sunday, before going to sleep, I took out Harry Potter 7 and read 'til my heart's content. It was very cold, but I wasn't sleepy yet and I wanted to keep on reading. I just arranged well my sheets and stuff and kept on reading. I felt very happy. Our family had been having a really good time at vacations, I had good grades, good health, everything was okay. And also there was the rumor of our dad getting a new car. That would be great, since we're a 5-member family and arranging our schedules wasn't easy.
Man, I couldn't help but smile from time to time while I was reading. I felt really good. I was starting to get sleepy when I heard voices from my parent's room. I didn't worry. Then the voices became louder, and then I heard some steps. Mom came into my room. She looked very worried.
-"What's wrong?", I asked.
-"Have you seen your dad?", she asked. "I woke up a while ago, and he wasn't in our room. I can't find him anywhere!"
-"No...I haven't seen him..."
She started looking even worse. I helped her look around the house, downstairs, check if the car was still parked there...everything seemed normal....except the bathroom upstairs. The light was on, and when we tried to open, the door was locked.
My mom knocked. There was no response. She knocked and knocked again, but nothing happened. I felt a chill down my spine.
My mom forced the door open, and she and my brother entered the bathroom. I stayed outside, I didn't dare to get in there.
Then, I heard my mother's words. Those are something I'll never forget.
-"Rogelio, Rogelio!", she desperately said.
-"Wake up! please---" but we all knew he wasn't going to wake up. I hugged my other brother, tried to calm down my mother, and called an ambulance.
Again, I couldn't help but stay outside of the bathroom. I just heard the doctor say it:
-"Yeah, he's dead. He had a heart attack."
Do you know what's it like to see someone cry in despair, and not being able to do anything? Well, it's horrible. I didn't recognize my mom when she was like that. I still wanted to think it was all a nightmare, that the doctor was wrong, that my dad would wake up..but it was all real.
And while the ambulance paramedics took out the body and my aunts, uncles and grandma came home, that church song started spinning around my head.
I almost didn't cry. Not at that moment. I guess I still didn't believe it. The next day, at the funerary, I couldn't help it. I cried and cried. I calmed down a bit, and heard steps coming towards me. I looked up, and saw my best friend coming in. I couldn't help it. I started crying again, and she hugged me.
My cousin and his best friend, who I didn't know very well, came in too. They stayed all day long. I became closer with my cousin's best friend, Christian.
After the funeral in the church, I started crying in despair. My friends got closer, some tried hugging me, and others were just there, with an indescriptible look in their faces. They didn't know what to do. I wouldn't have known what to do either. I just covered my face with my hands, and cried till I was dry. Then I cried some more. I cried for that person whom I've seen and loved all my life, even if I often argued with him, or I never really told him how much I loved him. I cried for that person who had always cared for me and for all our family, but he didn't tell anything to us so we wouldn't worry. I cried more tears than the ones I cried in many years.
The next day, I received a phone call. It was a car dealing business. My dad was indeed getting a new car. The caller didn't believe it at first when I told her he had just passed away. Insisting on that made me feel worse. I wanted to say that he was alright...that all had been just a nightmare, a fake, a very bad joke..
The last high school semester started. I was still torn. I would rarely smile or laugh, I would get sick at all times, and I wouldn't feel like doing anything at all.
But my friends were always with me, and they often tried to cheer me up. Christian would always come to my and my friends' usual table at recess. With his help, I started feeling better bit by bit.
When I finally recovered, the semester was over. I had finished high school! I feel happy again, and I'm really grateful to my friends, cousin, and of course Christian.
Then the prom dance came. Christian came with me. And he declared to me. He's now my boyfriend.
And, you know, I think I love him.
Rest in peace, Dad.
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I guess every sad story has a good ending. My dad's the one who made me love art, drawing, and reading. Over my last high school semester, I worked on a big drawing to honor him. Here's the link.
http://www.theotaku.com/fanart/view/295316/in_memoriam
Hey there. After everything that's happened till now, things haven't been easy at all. On my previous post, I had said something about an animal poster, I think. Well, it'd be a bit careless to say it's near complete, but it really is. I've worked quite a bit on it, and although it needs lots of work it's really progressed till now.
Also, I recently started working on the comic I had wanted for so long. Parts of the plot and some details still need work, but I think I'll be able to handle it =D
so um hi again, it feels good to be back =D
Hey there, it's been quite a while since I reported any life signs over here. Merry Christmas and happy New Year!
Hope you all had happy holidays! At least I did, but only Christmas could be considered as a happy holiday for us over here. This time, I come with some really sad news. A week ago, my father had a heart attack and passed away.
He hadn't reached even 60. And what would have been his 55th birthday was a couple days ago. My mother is simply torn. We all are, but she's the one who's been suffering the most. We've received phone calls and visits from family and friends everyday, and we're really grateful to you all for being there with us on our hour of need.
Although I keep wondering over and over again why did he have to go so soon, I also feel happy for him. He was very happy on his last days. We all were. He was an architect, and he had been getting his hands on more and more projects to work on. He was about to buy a car. He had mentioned something about getting one some time ago (our family has 5 members and we've got only one car, it was difficult to pick up people from school, work, do the shopping, hang out, etc.)but he never made it official, and actually it was I who received a phone call from the car selling business. They were looking for my dad. It seemed he was about to confirm the car deal. It was awful for me to say it: "umm, he died a couple days ago". They didn't believe me.
-"Excuse me, am I talking to the -enter last name- family?"
-"Yes, ma'am."
-"So..the architect...?"
-"Yes, he passed away a couple days ago. He had a heart attack."
-"Are you sure we are talking about the -insert last name- architect?"
-"Yes, ma'am. He was my father."
-"Oh my... I'm really sorry."
She didn't believe me 'till I said he was my dad. I told the story to my mother. I wonder if I should have. She cried. A couple days later, talking to my father's friends, they told us that they knew about the car. It was supposed to be a surprise for us.
Plus, we have been contacting the people related to my dad's unfinished projects. They've all been really nice, and they want to help finish his work for him. We're really, really grateful for all they've done for us.
Our family has 3 children, being me the oldest one. I've given up on planning studying abroad, or at least traveling alone anytime soon. I'm going to be here for my mother and two young brothers, maybe start working soon, keep studying, and simply move on.
I'm just 18, just thinking about the future, wondering what career will I pick, where would I like to work...I never imagined my dad wouldn't be here for me when I finally got into university, or started traveling, or proudly showed him a new artwork.
Nevermind that. I know you're watching me right now. I've already talked to you by praying, and I know you can hear me.
We love you, Dad. We know you're watching us for above. Thank you so much for all what you've done for us, we're here right now thanks to you. And although the pain we feel is so strong, we have faith, and we know we'll make it. Thanks for all.
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I'll probably be abscent for a while again now. I won't keep on working on comics or fanarts anytime soon.
My next project: an animal poster dedicated to my dad. It'll take a while, since I'm trying to make it my best work so far. I'll probably start tomorrow. It'll likely be about a big cat.
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Hope you had some nice vacations! And for the ones who are still free, keep enjoying! =D
Sibela
OMG I just can`t believe it!! I'm 18 already!!
Just a while ago, my friends suddenly came home and brought a serenade! cake, music, signs, everything! I was so excited I was shivering and almost crying T-T I love you all so much!!
I'm really grateful to my friends, family and all my life in general for all what you have done for me. Thank you so much!
