She stands over her brother’s bed.
The bed he would die on.
She looks down at him...
Remembering all the beautiful times they shared.
She prays for him.
He can’t be strong anymore, God is calling.
She prays that by a miracle he will recuperate and return home.
Return to his family, where he belongs.
She doesn’t see his chest moving up and down anymore.
So she moves in closer to hear his breath.
But its absent.
She cries.
His heart and soul belong to God now.
He isn’t in pain anymore.
But this doesn’t take away from the hurt, it hurts more than anything.
It’s time to tell the rest of the family.
How is his mother going to handle the news?
Like any mother would, horrifically.
Everyone hurts.
Anyone who has ever known him.
Anyone who knows the family.
They just want him back.
Selfishness fills their hearts – God can’t have him yet, not now.
But he is gone.
He may not be on our earth, but he still lives with us.
Lives in our memories.
He lives in our hearts.
He lives through people.
Through his poetry.
Through his art.
Evelio Arturo Cardozo.
A man that wouldn’t dare hurt any soul.
We can’t be selfish or angry at God anymore.
God has taken him for a reason.
Taken a beautiful man to watch over his family and keep them safe.
He doesn’t suffer anymore.
He is not hurting.
He is smiling.
Smiling down at all of us.
He isn’t alone.
He’s found his father.
He’s found his brother.
They are together again.
All smiling.
All smiling down at us.
They are enjoying their time together someplace else.
A place called heaven.
A beautiful place.
May he rest, in peace.
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