A rainy day of 2002, I was landing in Costa Rica, a paradise on earth, where the stress and rush of the modern world are not to be found. Just yet. Not just yet.
As always the same routine, immigration, taxi, and hotel. Just do it all over again a few days later.
But little I knew my life was about to take a turn.
Arriving at the hotel, a casual phone call home would confirm the worst. He was gone. The time stood still for what it seemed hours. The auricular fell from my trembling hands. And I stood there unable to move. Everything became a blur. Someone offered to help me with my bags. I looked at him. And tears started pouring uncontrollably. I collapsed crying onto the floor.
I woke up the next morning with my all my clothes on. I felt lost. It took me a while to remember where I was. And what had happened. And when the memories of the previous day came back so did the tears. And while I was debating if it was worth living another day, a knock on my door interrupted my suicidal thoughts.
I opened without asking.
“Laura” said a husky voice in the semi-darkness “it is time.”
“I know” I replied, “I had been waiting for you.”
He extended his pale, bony hand to me. I took it. And without words, he led me into darkness.
Thank you for stopping by, I hope you enjoy @consult-culture.com 😉
No, Thanks Let me see the website.