First off... This is bad... Really bad... I only write here when bad things happen and that sucks...
About 6 weeks ago, a cousin from El Salvador committed suicide. And she is not just any cousin. She was one of the most amazing people in my life. She is like my little sister. She is so wonderful... But she was suffering a lot. I am not going to go into details as to what she did but it has destroyed me.
I have been crying a lot, and I feel like I will never be whole again. I feel bad for crying so much over her because wherever she is, she deserves to be happy and not have to worry about me. At the same time, however, it feels like no matter how much I cry, I will never have cried enough.
I have so many memories of growing up with her; teaching her how to write, read and do math when she was about five (I was 10). I have memories of her and my sister fighting with me over silly things. I have memories of me calling her my little wet chicken. Her crazy songs that she came up with... Our talks over Skype in the last few months...
And even though I have all these good memories of her, I can't stop thinking about her last night... How much she must have been suffering both physically and emotionally. I wish I could have helped her in any way; make her feel better; a bit happier. I don't think she realized how much we all loved her. Not that I'm blaming her for anything, I DO understand why she did what she did. The headaches, the constant seizures, the pain... It must have been too much to handle...
But how do I handle the loss of my Heidy? How do I deal with knowing she is not in El Salvador anymore? How can I wrap my head around the fact that when I go to El Salvador in a month and enter our house, she will not be there. Her room will be full of her essence, but I will not be able to hug her? Oh... How do I wish I could call her up right now to tell her I love her.
Heidy... Mi primita, te quiero mucho....
Tita