Friends and relatives come and go.
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Friends and relatives come and go.
They always come back to life for my birthday, the ones that get lost in the meanderings of life.
It feels good after long hiatuses.
It feels good, even if it doesn't last much.
It is a strange feeling, though, to know that some people actually think about you, even though for different reasons they don’t always find a way to get to you. It makes you think about your own reasons not to get to them.
Birthdays, like funerals, make people rethink their relationships with the living and the prospects of death.
Birthdays, like funerals, make us rethink our relationship with ourselves and others. Two days ago, the mother of a dear friend from HS, with whom I kept a close relationship, even though life kept us apart, died. It felt so bad to know that my friend could not even get to his mother’s funeral: a mere 8-hour drive separated them. It is extremely hard to go from one city to another, almost as difficult as going from one country to another. The occasion made us talk again after a couple of years. So much can happen in a couple of years that people can feel like strangers, and yet rememorizing repaves the broken roads of friendship and family love. It bridges the gaps that time and space creates and reminds us of the importance of a good, old-fashioned conversation, even if it comes forced by the social convention of a congratulation or a condolence.
Tomorrow, we go back to business as usual, hoping to keep the promises we make for those special occasions.
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I've often said I'd rather go visit someone while they are still alive rather than wait for the funeral. But it isn't always possible to travel when one wants to.
You're right.I am of those who try to express affection to the living, so that I don't have to overcompensate when they die. I avoid going to funerals of people I was not close to, but even in those of people I was close to I always feel uncomfortable.
Life does find ways to make us get distracted, to say the least, and grow apart from friends and relatives, even in these globalized days, when it should be easier to keep in touch with those we care about.
Actualmente eso se ha convertido en una triste realidad, pues ahorita ni en la misma ciudad podemos asistir a los funerales, resultando cada día más doloroso perder a un ser querido. Espero que hayas pasado un lindo cumpleaños a pesar de los tropiezos de la vida.
Saludos, Primo
Así es. Entre los costos, eldolor y el aislamiento, uno no sabe que es peor.
Lo pasé bien, a pesar de todo. Me debo a mí mismo unos tragos. Ni para eso alcanzó esta vez
Saludos