What are nineteen years?

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You don’t remember a lot when you are little, but for some reason your mind captures random bits of pieces to preserve almost intact. It’s not usually remarkable images, but simple daily smiles.

Nineteen years ago, I remember being taken to my “Titi Gladys” house for some unexpected play time. I don’t remember the worried look in my parents’ eyes or the tears hidden in everyone’s faces, because when you are four years old you don’t notice the bad things that much.

My mother’s brother, my dearest uncle, passed away 19 years ago in a car accident. Hard to say how much a four-year-old girl can remember, it makes me even a little angry that memories rely so much on age. I wish I had more memories with him, but I’m left with bits and pieces of an unfinished puzzle, a little girl too young to mourn.

Then just like that, I see myself quietly opening his bedroom door and jumping playfully to wake him up.

Rest in peace tío, I love you.

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One thought on “What are nineteen years?

  1. Marisell says:

    I know how you feel, because eventough I had more time with him I think that he left to soon! I wished he could had more time with you and your little sister that he never Knew! I can imagine you both hanging out everywhere because he loved to party! Im sure that where he is now, he feel proud of you ! Life is short and uncertain…and with this experience I learned to live each day as it was the last one but most of all to show your feelings for the ones you love today because tomorrow may be too late! love you my daughter!!!!

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