On October 7 was the wake for my friend's son. Writing this sounds weird, unnatural, not right. It is a disruption of the chain of life when parents have to bury their children. Why did he had to go? Is the question that many of us had. I don't know the answer, but I am aware that as scary as it sounds we are not exempt of being the chosen one. It could happen to any of us, we just pray that our children get spare.
He looked so handsome but the spirit of happiness that defined him had left him. I was only able to say good bye to his body, the temple that kept all his goodness and soul for 23 years. He looked at peace, pleased, like he knew how loved he was. I can't say that he is in a better place, because there is no better place for our children to be than close to us.
When I looked at my friend and her husband I was impacted. They had the face of pain. It looked familiar, because I have seen it before. I saw it up close and it scared me. I didn't know what to do or what to say. Their pain was so big that engulfed me. Of course I am not saying that I was able to feel what they were feeling. For the first time since we became friends I had no clue what they were going through. I was puzzled and experience a great feeling of impotence. I wanted to run away, not from the situation but from the pain that I was afraid to experience.
I looked a t my kids and I felt that they realized they were not invincible. I wanted them to continue to believe that they are.
I know that Alfy is at peace because he lived, because he loved and he was loved. He left a mark on all of us....a deep one. He will never be forgotten.
Rest In Peace Alfredo Alexis Trejo aka Alfredito.
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