for your parents.
If you’re my age, you’re probably thinking about yourself.
Learning to live alone after a lifetime of companionship
After Ricardo died, I lived alone for the first time in my life. It was 46 years of marriage… and suddenly, silence.
At first I could do everything: I cooked, cleaned, did my paperwork. He told me that I liked calm. But little by little the changes began:
I would run out of air when climbing stairs.
My hands trembled when I opened jars.
I forgot why I entered
