Yesterday I said two subjects drawed my attention from the news. But I only referred to the immigration. The other matter concerns the imminent death of a Spanish folk singer. She suffers from a severe cancer, and the medias are desperate to be the first to announce the inevitable. They camp 24h at the gate of the singer’s house, questioning every single soul that crosses the entrance. We all know, she’s not doing well, so stop asking. It really gets on my nerves.

They are celebrities, ok, but first of all they are human beings. They were born once, they grew up, and they die like all of us. It’s nice to be supportive, to show them we share some of their sorrow, but let them deal with these critical moments in peace.

When your not feeling ok, when you heart torns apart, all you need is some calm and room to breath out your pain. Most of the times, you don’t want to talk, not even to your people. Most of the times, just a shoulder to lean on will do. Well, try to imagine, groups of unknowns faces staring and questions showering from every corner. Simply suffocating.

My dear uncle is also suffering from this terrible disease. One day he was working on his garden, next day you can’t even hug him, because it will hurt his back.  You see his vitality, his will to fight wringing out his fingers. And there is nothing you can do. You tell him how much you love him, but this is not going to save him. He cries and you cry because you both now you are going to miss each other a whole lot…

Death is inevitable, I know, but dealing with a malady like this one is so unfair. Unfair to him and unfair to all the cancer victims. It’s like a vampire that sucks all the living bits in you, until there are none left. The worst is that you can see him suffering, aching and there is nothing you can do. His body is in pain and his heart silently weeps because he doesn’t want to leave us behind. For him, minutes become hours, hours become days and days are simply too long. For us is the opposite. Time flies away.

Last Saturday it was his birthday. And I couldn’t make a phone call. I know I should have, pretty sure this would be his… can’t even say the word. Tomorrow it might be too late, but I’m not ready to say… goodbye. And if I’ll try to, I know my voice will abandoned me, my tears will flood my mouth and I’ll just keep silent.

Dear uncle, my dear and beloved uncle I would never say goodbye. 

Frozen Tears - Jim Ritchey