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I write from the wound, not to open it, but to illuminate it.
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After The Last Embrace
🌙 Golden Closure — After the Last Embrace This blog was born from silence. Not the kind that soothes, but the kind that aches. The kind that fills rooms with invisible weight. The kind that settles in your chest when grief has no name, when sorrow is not allowed to speak, when pain is asked to stay quiet. It was born from emptiness — from the hollow echo of loss, from the quiet desperation of needing to say something when there were no words. It was born from the need to make space for what hurt, to honor what was gone, to give voice to what had been silenced.
By luz entre lagrimas3 months ago in Confessions
After The Last Embrace
This text requires all the respect, all the delicacy, all the truth. The death of a child is a wound that has no name. There isn’t a single word in any language that describes a mother who has lost her child — because it’s a loss that overflows the limits of language. It is the deepest, most unfair, most unnatural grief. And though I haven’t lived it, my decision to write about it is an act of love toward those who have — and who so often have done so in silence. Long. Raw. Human. May it embrace whoever needs it.
By luz entre lagrimas3 months ago in Confessions
After The Last Embrace
“When I Got Lost, No One Noticed” There was no accident. No visible trauma. No screaming. Just a slow fading. As if someone had been quietly erasing parts of me with an invisible eraser. And one day, I looked in the mirror — and didn’t know who I was.
By luz entre lagrimas3 months ago in Confessions
After The Last Embrace
“When an Argument Stole My Brother/Sister from Me” It wasn’t death. It wasn’t physical distance. It was an argument — one of many. But this time, something broke. Something we didn’t know how to fix. Something left without words, without apologies, without return.
By luz entre lagrimas3 months ago in Confessions
After The Last Embrace
Part I: “When My Grandmother Left, the Slow Fire Went Out” My grandmother wasn’t just an old woman. She was the warm center of everything. The smell of homemade food, the whisper of advice you didn’t ask for but needed, the gaze that read you without a single word.
By luz entre lagrimas3 months ago in Confessions
After The Last Embrace
“When a Mother Leaves, the World Breaks” They say no one is ever ready to lose their mother. And it’s true. Because you don’t just lose a person — you lose your origin, your refuge, the voice that called you my child even when you no longer knew who you were.
By luz entre lagrimas3 months ago in Confessions
After The Last Embrace
There is no date. No name. No grave. But there is absence. An absence that can’t be seen, but weighs heavy. That isn’t spoken, but lives in every corner. That isn’t cried out loud, but is carried deep within. Because not having become a mother by circumstance is not just a choice unmade — it’s a life unlived, a love unshared, a dream unfulfilled.
By luz entre lagrimas3 months ago in Confessions
After The Last Embrace
There is no grave. No photos. No name. But there is grief. There is pain. There is emptiness. People don’t understand. They tell you, “You’ll have another one,” “You’re still young,” “It’s better this way, if it wasn’t healthy.” But no one sees that you had already loved. That you had already imagined. That you had already felt.
By luz entre lagrimas3 months ago in Confessions
After The Last Embrace
It wasn’t only him who left. It was our story. Our routine. Our way of being in the world. The day he died, I didn’t just lose my partner. I lost my confidant. My mirror. My refuge. I lost the voice that whispered “everything will be okay” when I couldn’t believe it. I lost the gaze that made me feel life was still worth it.
By luz entre lagrimas3 months ago in Confessions
