My brother was in so much pain to see me that frail he could not say a word but the voice of reason knock on the door right then. My good friend Fernando came to my rescue as soon as he saw my SOS text. "Sean asked me for a divorce." That is enough to send a true friend directly into your doorstep. I wanted that divorce as well, it was eminent but the pain I felt that day over his request was as sharp as my body ever felt. It was final, we had reached the point of no return and crossing that last bridge was hard, I admit.
Fernando is a social worker; he works as a counselor for troubled kids and he has been graced with the gift of knowing what to say in moments like this, bringing light into darkness. He had seen the roller-coaster of emotions I had gone through since Sean moved out and knew this last chapter would lead to other more positive ones.
With a loving serene voice that characterizes him he told me, "Is like I tell my kids, imagine you have an open wound and you touch it over and over, it will not heal. Trust and you will watch time make it better fading away." Sitting on my living room couch, while I cried, my brother's love held my hand on one side and Fernando's words gave me hope on the other.
If when we die we see flashbacks of our life, that would be one of them. Not of me crying over Sean, instead of the love my brother and my friend brought to me that day. I knew my family would be there for me always. But some friends become family when they see you at your worst, unable to walk they hold you tight to make sure you cross the bridge safely.
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