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A good man was killed in Cali / Mataron a un buen hombre en Cali

Death has never really been close to me. I have been fortunate for not having to suffer that excruciating pain only known by those who’ve lost a loved one. Two days ago, I got a grasp of that pain.

In most of Colombia, except maybe for estrato (social level) 6, neighbors are close to each other. Sometimes too much, but that’s another story. One of those close Cali neighbors was killed on Monday. He was a father to two sons and a husband. He was a cool neighbor. He wished my dad, mom and I a merry christmas and a happy new year at the grocery store my parents own. He shook our hands and smiled to us. I had no idea it was going to be the last time I saw him.

I’ve cried for his loss and I was just his neighbor, and not even that since I moved to Bogotá. I’ve felt sorry for his wife and kids and I’ve wished I could be there for them to hug them, to console them, to cry with them. I can’t even imagine what they are going through and I can only pray to god to give them strength to go on with their lives.

Don Alejandro is no longer with us and once again, life in Cali and Colombia proves to be rough, unfair and bitter at times.

 
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Posted by on January 16, 2014 in reflexiones

 

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El corazón se me apachurra

La noticia de la muerte de los secuestrados que llevaban más de 12 años en la selva me conmovió mucho. Alguna vez en mi otro blog, hablaba de lo duro que debe ser perder 12 años de tu vida confinado en un cambuche sin saber cuánto tiempo de vida tienes y cuánto de ese tiempo vas a permanecer prisionero. Suponía que así como Moncayo, las FARC iban a liberar a los secuestrados. Así fuera en su aniversario 13 o 15.

Pero no, no les bastó con hacerlos sufrir más de doce años, tuvieron que quitarles la esperanza de volver a vivir y los mataron. Desgraciados. Son unos desgraciados que no tienen perdón.

Las familias de los muertos van a estar desconsoladas y desesperanzadas, sin entender por qué a sus hijos se los llevaron, no solo durante estos últimos doce años sino para siempre.

Si de algo sirve rezar para mitigar el dolor, porque para lograr la liberación no sirvió, rezaré por los dolientes y porque esto nunca más vuelva a pasar.

 
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Posted by on November 26, 2011 in reflexiones

 

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