Today is the last day of Blog Every Day in May. I am happy and sad at the same time. Happy because I am glad that, though on some days throughout this challenge I’ve been on the edge of quitting, I managed to push through until today #31. I am also sad because it’s over today. It was the first time I talked a lot about personal aspects of my past. This challenged forced me to dig deep into my deepest thoughts and share them, breaking few bricks of the fear that blocks me from sharing some part of my past life. Today is over with the prompt
A Vivid Memory
In my very first post of Blog Every Day in May I mentioned that a vivid memory I have of my life is the funeral of my father.
All around people came and went dressed in black mourning. I played around the crowd and then, while nobody was paying too much attention to me, I climbed onto the bed placed in the courtyard where my father lied. I went close to his face, it was cold but I didn’t pay attention to that because I wasn’t aware that icy cold people under tropical heat meant death. I was about three years old. At one point, one of my eldest sisters noticed where I was, she came to pick me up, held me tight and cried louder. I was oblivious to the event, all I wanted was to wake my daddy from the deep slumber.
Years later, people told me that because I was the youngest of his children, while everyone was out in school or cooking, I spent most of my afternoons playing with stones while my father read on the porch. Now, the only images I have of my father are faded sepia pictures.