Thursday, April 12, 2012
The longest friendship that I ever had was with Maria from Spain. We met in Dublin, in 1991, when I was nearly 17 and Maria was nearly 19. We were both Au-Pairs and for the first time in our young lives abroad. We were thrilled to be there. And thrilled to find each other. Thrilled to speak English. We met at English classes that we took twice a week in the centre of Dublin. It was something so special for both of us - finding a friend from another country.
For whole year we kept writing long letters and those letters were full of dreams, what we would do the next summer. Our plan was to spend whole summer together in London, as Au Pairs again. And both of us really found families to stay and work with... and we were thrilled to spend 9 Sundays together (our only day off) in London, in 1992.
In the next 17 years that followed we exchanged tons of letters and later on emails and met for couple of times - in Slovenia, Spain, Austria. The last time we saw each other was in Februry 2009, when my DH and I went for one week to Spain. We visited Barcelona, Madrid and the highlight was of course weekend spent in north of Spain with Maria and her husband. It was the first time that all 4 of us were together and we really had a great time together. When we said goodbye on Monday morning at the bus station (we had a bus to catch for Madrid and Maria had to go to work) Maria and I had eyes full of tears, because we knew we wouldn't see each other for few years.None of us thought that was the last time in our life that we see each other.
Maria died on Easter Sunday, 12th April 2009. Today are three years since she is gone. I miss her so much!
I feel so sorry for her mother.
And I feel sorry for her husband, the love of her life.
I remembered when I recieved an email from her husband with heart-breaking news. It was in the morning of her funeral. Maria died of heart failure (and she never ever before had any health problems).
I just couldn't believe my eyes. I dialed Maria's phone number, hoping and praying that there was some kind of missunderstanding. It was not. Her husband picked up her mobile.
We talked for a while. And than he said he had to tell me something but he was afraid to because he knew he would hurt my feelings. I insisted that he tells me. And he told me that Maria was 3 months pregnant.
Can you imagine? He just lost a wife and their baby. And he was concerened about my feelings. He really deserves a medal of the kindest person ever.
With Maria's death I realized how short life can be. And that none of us really knows how many days / months / years are waiting for us. I realized that I have to start living NOW. To live in the moment. Enjoy my life the way as it is. Not to focuse on the things I do not have. But to focus on the things that I do have in my life. To be happy. Enjoy life. NOW.
The picture was taken in February 2009. We had a beautiful day on the Cantabric see. Maria was pretending that she was Christopher Columbus , looking at America. She loved stories and legends from the past.
Maria... if you see me typing these lines... I hope you know that I loved you. I miss you. I wish you and your baby sweet dreams. The two of you are my guardian angels now.