It was early
morning, the day before I had to move out from the apartment I shared with
Victor, my husband. It was the
apartment we shared and where he died.
I was just
looking at the ocean, waiting for my daughter to wake-up so I could bring her to
school, when I felt that somebody from behind pull the end of my T-shirt.
I turned around expecting to see my daughter, (she is the only one living
with me and we were alone in the apartment) but she was not there.
I went to the
bedroom, thinking that probably she went back very fast to the bed, but she was
I was very
surprised and a little bit confused because I know it was not my imagination, I
really felt my T-shirt being pulled. I
return to the living room and I felt peace, a beautiful feeling, some kind of
comfort in my heart. I knew it was
Victor, I told him: "It's you..." and at the very same time I was
saying that I felt something embracing me, arms of love and comfort were around
me, like trapping and covering me with a feeling so good that is hard to