How to grief while drowning — Part 1
On August 14th, I woke up early to get to the embassy to renovate my country identification (DNI), and while I was there, I learned I could renovate my passport right there; contrary to the previous information they gave me, it was not necessary to change my name (I got married) or other changes for it. I was excited to call my mom and tell her that I would finally be able to visit after three years. I got back home and prepared for an internal company book club, and life got in the way while I was preparing the apartment to receive one of my best friends and Luis, her partner and a dear friend, who will arrive in NY to visit us. I should have called my mom, but I decided that later. James (my husband) and I went to pick them up at the airport. In a bizarre series of events, all changed:
- I checked my family's WhatsApp. My sister mentioned she was going to the emergency room.
- I’m confused. I asked why
- I received a call, a call I was hoping never to get. My mom was in the emergency area of a hospital after a heart attack. I entered in panic, but I still had to be the older sister of my brother on the line, a doctor, and it was trying all on his hands to keep my mom alive. Quitely sobbing, I can tell him that I know he’s doing all in his hands, and whatever happens, she’ll be proud of him for doing his best. Heart attacks like my…
