A visit and grief.

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A couple of days ago I received the visit of a friend I hadn´t seen for several years. She lives in a town about 600 Km from Santiago and her only son lives here with his family. She told me that his son wanted her to move to Santiago and I told her about the place where I was moving and why. Then we talked about other subjects. She told me about her new special friend, a poet who lives in Santiago. They see each other when she comes and talks with him every other day. It was a wonderful visit but a couple of hours after that my friend Luis (Martín father and friend of my friend´s special friend) wanted to know how to reach her. Enrique, the poet, was not answering his phone and noone had a key to his apartment. They called Virginia and they went to his apartment with her as she had a key. They found him alone and dead. We hope he did not suffer because he was in his bed. I then thought that if I had bought or rented a small house this could have happened to me too. I´m very glad that I decided to stay at a senior house even though I will have to give away most of my belongings. People of my generation are dying. We have to think about short term projects. The last time I went to Aruba, I said good bye. I had gone there at least 10 times, with different people. Today I´m sorting pictures. I am not taking them all. I´ll choose some to fill a couple of albums and the rest will have to be thrown away. But this, too has been that I have discovered jewels. I´ll take with me a picture of my husband and I in Las Vegas. We were young, beautiful and happy. And the Earth was young too.