Death

Today has been a hard day. When I woke up Anastasiia greeted me with the news that her father had passed away. It was such a shocking moment cause I didn't know what to do. So I sat near her while she sobbed. I put myself in her shoes and I couldn't imagine being in her situation and how this would feel.

By this time she was sitting on the floor, me next to her and she was communicating with her friend who was telling her the story of what happened. On Monday the 23rd she had spoken with her dad on Skype and everything was alright. He was not sick. All of a sudden his heart stopped. The confirmed news that we obtained later was even scarier.

Apparently he was out of town with friends from work and while he was walking on the street his artery broke and he fell on the street and died at the same time. It was a sudden death and there was nothing anyone could have done. According to what the doctor told the family, this was bound to happen anytime.

So the funeral was held on the same day, today back in Ukraine.

I had to leave for work after like one hour. What then Ana did was to go to church. A brother of the mother we are staying with came and picked her up. Ana got the opportunity to speak to the priest which calmed her down. Later one of her student, Angel came and pick her up. She went to make a phone call to her mother and sister. But everyone was telling her that she shouldn't come back. Adding that there was nothing she could do. But deep inside she wants to go back either ways. By the time she had come back she had bought a black bandana, a pañuelo. This is in accordance to the customs of her country.

The problem is that she has her ticket for returning back to Ukraine in September and it is not changeable. The only way is to buy a new ticket. She then has posted on Facebook if there is anyone who can help her to buy the ticket. A couple of colleagues and close friends will chip in and we believe this would be enough to get the ticket. It would cost about 10,000 Bs.

She had plans of going to Peru and she had bought a ticket for that. Tomorrow she would have to go and see if she can reclaim that ticket. It would really help if she can get the money.

But my very dear friend is heartbroken and so am I. I have written four poems already about this. When I was walking to work in the morning and in the afternoon, I was holding back tears. Even when I tried to put on a good, happy tune, it didn't help. I was thinking about our life together here. Our laws of attraction practices and vision board. Now this happens now. Why? I had just come back from losing a passport and now this. But everything works out in the light of some mysterious plan.

It made me think about my own family. So I mailed my brother and spoke to him. Losing someone is devastating. One comment she made this evening is the difficulty she has when it comes to referring to him. In Spanish you would have to use the verb to be in the past because he is not with us anymore. But she says she wouldn't do that. He is present still.