Pandora's Other Box

Is that a real title? I don’t know. Probably not. As you can guess, I am trying very hard to get back on a “writing groove” -whatever that is- so as not to let far too much time go by between “appearances” on this “blog-stage” Surprisingly, these entries are creeping up to the 20,000-hit mark, since they were first started as a “filler-of-time-while-recuperating-from-cancer-and-other-assorted-issues” hobby. Yes, I do understand there are many bloggers who will get that many “hits” on a daily basis but hey, let me enjoy the moment. This blog was meant for a relatively small group of friends, who nicely told me they liked the way I wrote. They are/were also mostly from Cuba, the same as I, so the memories which were put on paper (Ok, digital paper!!) -although my own- were memories to which they could relate. And they did. That, combined with the fact that I spent then most days sitting or lying on my rehab bed, allowed me to give the blog the undivided time and effort it ne...

This morning I woke up with a heaviness in my mind and heart. I have been fairly busy lately, so it was assumed that perhaps this was the reason for this tired, but not quite tired feeling. Still in bed, but thinking about some strange, but unremembered dreams that have come along these past few nights and trying to make sense out of this whole scenario, I looked at my phone to see the time and noticed the date. October 18 th . The anniversary of my son Eric’s death as a result of an accident. Then I understood. In my heart I knew this was a special day, even if my mind – in its ever-ongoing effort of self-protection- chose to not recognize it right away. The years go by and blur into a non-distinct date and time. It becomes a moment, a late evening phone call with news no parent wants to hear or should have to hear. Is the hurt gone? No, not quite. Yes, time does have a way of lessening it, but it is an empty feeling that never goes, or will go away. Memories? Many...