The third death

Monday, September 12, 2011

I hate counting the days but that’s what this thing does to you.  It’s been 2 months today since I left home and I can’t imagine another day without my husband.  I can’t emphasize enough that every day gets harder and harder to be apart.  I don’t want to lull or sulk but I can’t help it.  Every time I think of how life is going on without me it pains me to think that someday no one will miss me and how soon people will forget that I was even there.  I hope that the mark I left on that place and the people I know is enough to keep my memory alive but sometime I thing I’ve suffered the third death before I even suffered the first.  Some Mexicans believe that we suffer three deaths, once when our body stops breathing, two when our body is placed underground and third when our loved ones forget about us.  I have a feeling I have already suffered the third death with some people and others are well on the way to forgetting me, only I am still alive.