-
13. Letter from your yayo
Dear Oscar: The days go by without you. Three months now and the memories of your life come and go endlessly. There are many in your 18 years. Many, very beautiful and very endearing. By remembering those memories and seeing you in the company of so many people, they give us an idea of why
-
12. Three months without you
Although today is one more day without you, waking up knowing that a part of you is missing, just a Thursday, I can’t help but think that 3 months ago today I saw you leave on a stretcher and I never saw your little eyes again. They took away what was vital in our lives.
-
11. Solitude
Solitude is difficult to explain, because imagining it is just an illusion. Understanding that this absence, this emptiness cannot be filled by anything, by nothing new; I will probably fill other voids, but not that one, the hole left by the shot to my heart cannot be filled. I know that my interior is changing.
-
10. Homage. Always with us
Last Sunday on the 18th of June Oscar’s memory was honoured at the Sant Just football club. If I start describing what we felt during the day, I think I can summarize it with the following video: The sensitivity shown by this group of people pierced the skin of those of us who were there,
-
09. A new day and life goes on.
Another day without you is an empty time where you think there is nothing worth saving for the memory. An inexplicable emptiness. You feel soulless, lifeless, without goals or future, even when surrounded by people. And yes, I know that life goes on, but how difficult it is without you. Without you, a faithful friend
-
08. Unconditional love
Those who lose a father or mother are orphans and those who lose a partner are widows or widowers, but… what do you call the mother or father who loses a child? Is there a name? And what about the «forgotten mourners»? Those siblings who lose their sibling, that pain remains opaque under the shadow
-
07. 72 hours after his death. Donation cancelled.
Until now I have never understood the true meaning of “shock” (disturbance, trauma, impact). Now I understand the reason why we weren’t able, on Wednesday night, when they told us, “We don’t know what happened but he’s in a coma», to get hold of them and tell them, “No one goes anywhere until you tell
-
06. Tears in the rain
Today was a very tough day. A tombstone bearing your name confirmed that you were there, or at least the dust that turns to dust again. I am certain that your soul, your essence and your smile are with me wherever I go.Not just in your sister, in your father, in your entire family or
-
05. Passion in its purest form
Oscar was capable of taking half an hour to prepare a delicate triple-decker burger filled with all sorts of different ingredients and invented sauces, and sending you a video both showing off his masterpiece and his pleasure in stuffing his mouth with it. He would invite his friends over to eat his unique pasta carbonara.
-
04. You have taken my son from me!
Remembering those 72 hours turns my stomach. I continue to think of it whilst I’m treating a wound that doesn’t heal. The following morning, we see our son exactly the same, in the same place, the same posture, everything remains the same, hour after hour… Of course, we aren’t lacking anything, if it wasn’t for
-
03. Oscar, the trainer of dragons
Oscar was a kids’ football coach at FC Sant Just. He discovered his passion for football much earlier when he was one of the fastest boys on the pitch, achieved by speed training at Sant Just Athletics Club. He absolutely flew with the ball and it was fantastic watching him play. This passion, added to
-
02. In just a few hours, my life changed forever.
When I talk about «my life», I’m talking about the life of my daughter, my husband, the four grandparents, uncles and aunties, nephews and nieces, cousins (a family that loves him, adores him, united as one). And also, all that family that we choose, our inseparable and unconditional friends, Oscar’s friends and his «dragons». We
-
01. Because it could be you
Like many of you who are now reading this blog, I have read horrifying news about events and about tragic moments experienced by people who were unknown to me, from other cities, and I saw it as part of life, as part of the things that happen. And suddenly you are part of that world.
El blog de Oscar 