The Day...

The day...

One day, a pacific day, I was walking like every day, like every mornings since my husband died.

When this happened, I was so sad, I didn't want to do anything, I just thought, cried and did all those things that you do when you're sad, like listening to music, walking from one corner to the other like a ghost... but I was sick of all, I was sick of the stillness of my house, I wanted to get my life back , just that...so, this day I did it, I got back my life..

I took all husband's clothes, and I kept them in a lot of boxes, but looking for more clothes, when I found something, something that I reminded, something that I will never forget, a stain, a stain in the favourite husband's t-shirt, the t-shirt that I gave him in his last birthday.
He spilt a juice and I washed the t-shirt, I thought that the stain had dissapeared, but it hadn´t
So, I took the t-shirt and I put it into the washing machine and when I took it, the dreadful stain stayed there, yet.
I was so angry, so I took the best washine podwer, it was the best because it is a familiar prescription.
I spread the t-shirt on the table, I took the washing podwer, I was ready to remove the stain when I looked at it better, and I could see that it was like a heart, it had a shape of heart, I couldn't remove it, I saved the t-shirt with the others ones.

I kept thinking all day long , maybe it was a chance, but I want to think that it is not a chance, that it's a token/sign (señal) of my husband.

I will always love him, I will always remember him, always....