This episode in my life where I believe that it all began, is in the early 60s. I have four and a half years. It is important running backs at this age. Christmas is coming, it is very late at night and I'm awake. I hear my father and my mother who prays aloud in their room.
is because my father had excruciating pain in the chest that lasts. My mother is already down twice to prepare soft drinks, hot water and baking soda. They suspect the stomach but the arterial system that is blocked. I hear my dad suffers from pain and I wonder what I could do well.
My first idea is to join them but I give up. My dad would not appreciate. So I tell myself that I could be like them and I put my reciting Our Father whom I have known little, my sister showed me. While I was praying I heard a still voice which says "HIM", followed by a huge bell ringing far away. I
amazed because I knew that nobody else had heard the bell. I can not explain why. The sound came from elsewhere and I had heard it all.
The next day my dad was in the hospital. During the night he will make a stroke that left him paralyzed on the right side. He will not return home and he died of a heart attack in September.
My mother became a widow with eight children, the oldest 13 years old and the youngest still in diapers. I'm the sixth, two girls, five boys and one girl as junior. My mother did not remarry and keep us with it. My mother told me that some months after the death of my father, I asked him: Being dead does not mean we never see him again?
say we never wanted for anything would be an exaggeration but not essential. In fact it is the neighbors who have taught me that we were poor. Must say that as we remain in the country, it was easier. The summer my mother with children, maintained a large garden for canning and we still had a few chickens, pigs and a young heifer for meat in winter. My mother bought a hundred pounds of flour, sugar and did much to eat. She was doing very well with his work.
0 comments:
Post a Comment