VIVENCIAS

Hello Ce I am writing you this letter to tell you about the things that have been happening since your departure . Perhaps from there you are observing every detail of what is happening on earth, accompanied by dad, grandparents, and uncles, because I am sure that you have already gone to look for them and you have already had your family reunion with them. "That was YOU." First, I want to tell you that I never thought that our last face-to-face goodbye would be in August 2021. I perfectly remember the phrase you told me: "You are going in search of your destiny" and so I did. Already in the year 2024, I never imagined that our last video call would be on Mother's Day (11.05.24) Cé, there were many people hurt by your sudden death, cousins, uncles, nephews, your lifelong friends and your new friends, they accompanied you since you were hospitalized and when we heard the news of your death we were devastated, many people showed their financial solidarity before ...

1999 a year that marked my life ... I was still 15 years old and I was in 5th grade of high school, I had only been starting classes at school for 4 months and although my father César A. García Tafur was bedridden, I knew he was lucid, listening to us and watching us as we did our daily routines, surely wishing and longing to do the same in his dental office that he loved so much and made him happy.  July 5th arrived, still his 54 years old , God decided it was time to separate and test our strength without him, he allowed me to feel his last breath and say goodbye with a kiss, still when his cheeks were hot. Though we knew this was going to happen at any moment, you never want to be physically separated from your loved ones, because you'll simply never be able to hug them and hear their voice again, and that is an indescribable pain and emptiness that has accompanied me throughout various stages of my life. 1999 was my last year at school, the prom I dreamed of was being sabotage...

The moment my mother was mourning her son, a group of former students from the 1991 graduating class of the Monseñor Atanasio Jauregui Goiri School in Yurimaguas approached her to offer their condolences and, at the same time, informed her that the 1991 graduating class had unanimously decided to change their name to "César Augusto García Hidalgo" in recognition of his role in fostering unity among his classmates.  Of course, my mother was surprised by the gesture, and for a moment, her pain turned into fleeting happiness . After two months, a group of his former classmates questioned the name change of the 1991 graduating class, raising questions such as: "What trophies did he win during his life? What were his achievements? What was his merit?" Questioning the mistakes or successes of his life at a time when he cannot defend himself is synonymous with cowardice , a cowardice that only the living can achieve to the point of reaching hypocrisy . Perhaps he wasn'...

We all have a story to tell, some with less suffering than others, but in short, it's called "life experience." It's difficult being the eldest sibling , of course! All the inexperience of our parents in their role as parents falls on him or her, I could even say that they are the "guinea pigs". Thanks to the eldest sibling, the parents have already gained experience for the other children who come along. Pedro García, the eldest of four siblings, finished high school at 18 and studied to be a Dental Technician in Lima. After finishing his studies, he returned to Yurimaguas where he had to assume family responsibilities, probably not prepared at 21 years old, but a degenerative disease called "Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis" (ALS) afflicted his father, and he had to support his mother for a time. After 13 years in Yurimaguas, he moved to Lagunas to write a new chapter in his life.  At 34 years old, he met a woman 18 years younger than him. They fell...

Imagen de Google Over the years, we have learned to plan and visualize our short, medium, and long-term goals. This is definitely very important because it helps us organize our lives and focus on our dreams; however, we often forget that after life comes death and that we will all die. It's somewhat unusual to talk about death with our loved ones when we are healthy and full of energy; it's much more likely to become a topic of conversation only when  we are diagnosed with a serious illness or when we experience an unfortunate traffic accident. Now that I have experienced an unexpected death , the time has come to talk about death with my own family. Of course, it's a topic that causes shivers or some discomfort, but Death had become part of our family conversation, and my daughters simply listened attentively to our opinions. While we finished dinner, my husband and I shared our wishes about how we would like to die. Perhaps very few people have asked themselves the fol...

After 25 years, death visited my family again, but this time unexpectedly. Two different deaths: one we knew was going to happen in a couple of years, and the other, a tragedy that even our worst nightmares couldn't have predicted. My father's death was due to an incurable disease called Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS), a process that progressed over four years, but which was only diagnosed at a hospital in the capital of Peru two years before his death. The symptoms began with the loss of the ability to walk, shrinking of his hands, loss of muscle mass, and finally, his inability to get out of bed. Although one is never prepared for the death of a family member, especially a parent, his depression and frustration at not being able to continue with his normal life made us think that death was the best way out of his inevitable suffering. But not everything was bad; his health condition gave him the opportunity to reflect on his mistakes and want to change his life; it allow...

On Monday, May 13, 2024 , our family nightmare began; chills and a fever exceeding 39°C caused my brother César García to leave his workplace and go to the nearest medical center called Aclas Aguamiro, which belongs to the Alto Amazonas Health Network in Yurimaguas, Peru, where he was diagnosed with a tropical disease called Dengue. According to the doctor who treated him, these symptoms did not warrant hospitalization or constant monitoring; the patient was simply instructed to return in a day for a follow-up appointment after his treatment with paracetamol . Days passed, and he continued to get worse, but the doctor insisted that this was a normal part of the dengue fever process. On Thursday, May 16, he went to a private doctor and, just by looking at him and the tests performed, he was diagnosed with Leptospirosis, a bacteria that in 6 days ended his life and ours at 10 pm on Saturday, May 18. When I thought the worst was over on May 18th, I realized it was only the beginning of a...