Guardian angel, sweet company.
not forsake me night or day ...
not forsake me night or day ...
Sitting at the foot of my bed, each night, my mother prayed with me to the Guardian Angel. I was six, and because of the innocence that characterizes this age, the idea of \u200b\u200ban Angel to ensure the welfare of each person, it seemed to me attractive, even though my rational mind, advised of an absurd fantasy, hidden behind a beautiful legend.
was at this time when I met Aymé, a boy of my age who went back to school after having lived in a city whose name was unpronounceable to my inexperienced lips.
was a happy child, her cheeks flushed and naughty side, but the sweetness of his gestures softened the look of mischievous boy.
We became friends from the first day and we were always together. We ran from one side to another, we played hide and seek, we imagined that we were brave warriors and we shared our lunch. Two brothers seemed inseparable.
remember a day when you fell down a steep ravine and I had a terrible ankle injury. I began to mourn inconsolably because it hurt a lot, and Ayme, who witnessed the accident, hugged me giving me a peck on the cheek. I thought then that the blow did not hurt as much.
So after four years, where I thought I had found the best friend of my life. However, a day when the rain fell relentlessly on the streets polluted, Aymé left the school. I only said that his family moved to another city.
For a while I was sad, melancholy, not wanting to play with other children, but the wound of loneliness to heal soon, and soon discovered that life went on, with other friends you know and other adventures to live.
Years passed, and started college. The atmosphere was great, and I can say it was a wonderful time. I do not miss anything, and even met Matt, my husband, I excelled in several courses. However, the happy and crazy time, not too hard.
One fateful phone call that I tore consideration, I announce that my father had died of a sudden and unexpected heart attack. That episode
darkened my life in an instant. I had never faced anything similar, and completely ignorant as to cope with losing a loved one.
The funeral was the worst day of my life, and neither company was able to appease Teo twinge of pain I went through the chest.
was then, between that crying permeating everything around me, when it appeared Aymé, pushing through people, like a ray of light passing through a tunnel of darkness. Despite the years that had passed, I could recognize right away.
- Aymé! - Exclaimed excitedly, and jumped into his arms as if they never left.
He told me that he had learned of the death of my father, and wanted to come to join me in those tough moments. Now living in the city again, as I was doing a course for your career booster. Aymé
was with me at all times. It helped me deal with the death of my father and make the pain became more mild. We walked together, we told our things, studying in the library ... and even got to have a good friendship with Matt, who at first was a little jealous, but I know enough to understand it was a good friend.
So a year passed, where I could get over the death of my father, and accept that life was in those things. In these three hundred sixty-five days, maybe one more, the wound of my heart stopped bleeding.
then left again Aymé. I left an emotional letter in the mailbox, explaining that a job in another city required his departure, but he was glad to have helped me tremendously to overcome those sad moments.
I came to feel that loneliness that swept over me as a child. But Matt's love and dedication to my studies, kept at bay any onset of nostalgia.
Fifteen years passed since that letter Aymé left us farewell.
In this stage of my life, I married Matt and I had a beautiful daughter to which I called Sofia.
was very happy and looked like a new beginning lay before me, inviting me to be discovered.
Sophia gave birth to a brand my existence. I found that everything he did was for her, and was thrilled with this new phase.
However, as in other chapters of my life, the calm was broken by the whim of fate.
met Mario, a friendly coworker, a little younger than I, which ended up falling in love. Of course, we were on the sly, full of doubt and uncertainty, filled with remorse and little honesty. But in the ocean of our hearts, we wanted to.
Because of my vagaries of love, let Matt and I go very bad times to Sofia, which was still a child to understand what was happening.
Over time, I came to feel so bad about myself, I fell into a dangerous spiral of depression, which led me to lose my job, neglecting my daughter and mourn without regard to any place where I could find. However, on a cold winter day, fate took me out to a cafe called "joy", and true to its name, that's what I felt to find Aymé, sitting on a small table while taking a coffee in a small white cup.
I was very happy to see him again. We spent the afternoon talking and honest telling me everything was happening to me.
As I watched and smiled sweetly as if nothing was too important, I thought that Aymé always appeared when things went wrong in my life. It was a nice coincidence ...
As he had done before, gave me good advice, helped me focus my life in Sofia, to apologize to Matt for the damage they had caused him and explain that he was in love with someone else. That made the emotional burden he felt, would fly to free my mind.
But this time the stay was shorter Aymé. Left without a lot of explaining just when my life began to bear good fruit.
Fortunately, the years that followed the last drive of my best, and sometimes enigmatic friend, were very sweet and calm. Fell in love again, my daughter married and had two children, and I became a grandmother who was beginning to enjoy the inevitable old age.
now live in a residence, surrounded by old people, like me, try to cope with the few years they have left. Some are bad, others are better, and I at least retain some clarity in neurons. So now I'm writing this story, because yesterday when I got to thinking about death that haunted me, arrived at the residence a new resident. He wore a funny cowboy hat and smiling sweetly at me. Aymé had become so old as me and as naughty as ever. He sat beside me, took my hand and said he had come to be with me, but this time, forever.
Sitting in bed, writing these words, I remember my mother praying to the guardian angel, and my discovery complicit smile, realizing that Aymé is my guardian angel.
was at this time when I met Aymé, a boy of my age who went back to school after having lived in a city whose name was unpronounceable to my inexperienced lips.
was a happy child, her cheeks flushed and naughty side, but the sweetness of his gestures softened the look of mischievous boy.
We became friends from the first day and we were always together. We ran from one side to another, we played hide and seek, we imagined that we were brave warriors and we shared our lunch. Two brothers seemed inseparable.
remember a day when you fell down a steep ravine and I had a terrible ankle injury. I began to mourn inconsolably because it hurt a lot, and Ayme, who witnessed the accident, hugged me giving me a peck on the cheek. I thought then that the blow did not hurt as much.
So after four years, where I thought I had found the best friend of my life. However, a day when the rain fell relentlessly on the streets polluted, Aymé left the school. I only said that his family moved to another city.
For a while I was sad, melancholy, not wanting to play with other children, but the wound of loneliness to heal soon, and soon discovered that life went on, with other friends you know and other adventures to live.
Years passed, and started college. The atmosphere was great, and I can say it was a wonderful time. I do not miss anything, and even met Matt, my husband, I excelled in several courses. However, the happy and crazy time, not too hard.
One fateful phone call that I tore consideration, I announce that my father had died of a sudden and unexpected heart attack. That episode
darkened my life in an instant. I had never faced anything similar, and completely ignorant as to cope with losing a loved one.
The funeral was the worst day of my life, and neither company was able to appease Teo twinge of pain I went through the chest.
was then, between that crying permeating everything around me, when it appeared Aymé, pushing through people, like a ray of light passing through a tunnel of darkness. Despite the years that had passed, I could recognize right away.
- Aymé! - Exclaimed excitedly, and jumped into his arms as if they never left.
He told me that he had learned of the death of my father, and wanted to come to join me in those tough moments. Now living in the city again, as I was doing a course for your career booster. Aymé
was with me at all times. It helped me deal with the death of my father and make the pain became more mild. We walked together, we told our things, studying in the library ... and even got to have a good friendship with Matt, who at first was a little jealous, but I know enough to understand it was a good friend.
So a year passed, where I could get over the death of my father, and accept that life was in those things. In these three hundred sixty-five days, maybe one more, the wound of my heart stopped bleeding.
then left again Aymé. I left an emotional letter in the mailbox, explaining that a job in another city required his departure, but he was glad to have helped me tremendously to overcome those sad moments.
I came to feel that loneliness that swept over me as a child. But Matt's love and dedication to my studies, kept at bay any onset of nostalgia.
Fifteen years passed since that letter Aymé left us farewell.
In this stage of my life, I married Matt and I had a beautiful daughter to which I called Sofia.
was very happy and looked like a new beginning lay before me, inviting me to be discovered.
Sophia gave birth to a brand my existence. I found that everything he did was for her, and was thrilled with this new phase.
However, as in other chapters of my life, the calm was broken by the whim of fate.
met Mario, a friendly coworker, a little younger than I, which ended up falling in love. Of course, we were on the sly, full of doubt and uncertainty, filled with remorse and little honesty. But in the ocean of our hearts, we wanted to.
Because of my vagaries of love, let Matt and I go very bad times to Sofia, which was still a child to understand what was happening.
Over time, I came to feel so bad about myself, I fell into a dangerous spiral of depression, which led me to lose my job, neglecting my daughter and mourn without regard to any place where I could find. However, on a cold winter day, fate took me out to a cafe called "joy", and true to its name, that's what I felt to find Aymé, sitting on a small table while taking a coffee in a small white cup.
I was very happy to see him again. We spent the afternoon talking and honest telling me everything was happening to me.
As I watched and smiled sweetly as if nothing was too important, I thought that Aymé always appeared when things went wrong in my life. It was a nice coincidence ...
As he had done before, gave me good advice, helped me focus my life in Sofia, to apologize to Matt for the damage they had caused him and explain that he was in love with someone else. That made the emotional burden he felt, would fly to free my mind.
But this time the stay was shorter Aymé. Left without a lot of explaining just when my life began to bear good fruit.
Fortunately, the years that followed the last drive of my best, and sometimes enigmatic friend, were very sweet and calm. Fell in love again, my daughter married and had two children, and I became a grandmother who was beginning to enjoy the inevitable old age.
now live in a residence, surrounded by old people, like me, try to cope with the few years they have left. Some are bad, others are better, and I at least retain some clarity in neurons. So now I'm writing this story, because yesterday when I got to thinking about death that haunted me, arrived at the residence a new resident. He wore a funny cowboy hat and smiling sweetly at me. Aymé had become so old as me and as naughty as ever. He sat beside me, took my hand and said he had come to be with me, but this time, forever.
Sitting in bed, writing these words, I remember my mother praying to the guardian angel, and my discovery complicit smile, realizing that Aymé is my guardian angel.
