
Happy holidays, dear Hivers! Kicking off the weekend with challenge 286, I select:
1. What have you wanted to forget, but can't? Explain.
At some point in our lives, we go through difficult and indelible trials that leave a mark on our journey.
Regardless of age, it comes and hits us like a wave dragging us into the middle of the sea, and we try to cope with this tide, which is not easy if we do not have the ability to cope with the situation. We have two options: we drown or we swim.
This happens to all of us in any area of our lives. In my case, eight years ago, I found out that my foster father had been diagnosed with cancer. For me, it was like a stab in the chest. I didn't know what to say or how to act.
Taking a deep breath was like a wound in my soul, because the last thing we want is for our loved ones to suffer in their journey. Knowing the stages of the disease, my tears were inevitable.
Many will say, ‘Why did I cry?’ It was my way of draining that feeling of worry that I had been experiencing for several months until I clearly understood that we must take action instead of worrying.
The intense pain that comes out of nowhere, accompanied by screams of terror, echoes in my mind like a film.
As I mentioned at the beginning, these are difficult trials where gaining control requires unshakeable mental health so as not to fall into depression, and the family must be supportive rather than a hindrance.
Our own mental health and that of our family makes all the difference. Knowing how to behave, being considerate, supportive and empathetic helps us weather any storm, no matter how hard it may be.
Often, by being positive and full of faith, we achieve the miracle of overcoming the disease, while in other cases, no matter how persistent we are, we lose the battle. As the saying goes, when it's your turn, even if you try to get out of it, you can't, and when it's not your turn, even if you try to get in, you can't.
But as my foster father used to say, more was lost in the war, so let's fight. Give me whatever I need, and I'll fight for four years until one day he couldn't bear the burden anymore and left.
That was my most painful moment, his departure, which still hurts my soul to this day.
See you another time.
I used Canva with the elements available in its free version and the Deepl translator, as my language is Spanish.


It's not easy to hear that news, but you can take comfort in the fact that they fought against his illness, and well, remember the good times you had with your father. Best wishes.
It's the hardest thing we can go through. Losing a loved one is tough. I'm so sorry, and he will live on as long as you remember him.