Breathe
By Sofía Díaz Pizarro
This week, August 22nd exactly, marked 16 years since my life changed forever. It was my dad's birthday, and also the day I lost him. His life was an immense gift, but his death...his death was too. Not that I didn't feel a deep, gut-wrenching pain knowing that I would never again hold his strong body or hold his hand again. But what happened just before his departure, and the process of letting him go, was a gift I never imagined receiving.
The power of intuition
I was having dinner with friends in Puerto Vallarta, enjoying a seemingly normal evening. The next day I had planned a trip to Los Angeles to buy furniture, a trip I had been preparing for weeks. But as I was getting up to go to the bathroom, an inner voice, clear and firm, spoke to me. It told me that I had to return to Mexico City, that I had to be with my dad to celebrate his birthday. That voice whispered something that chilled my blood: I didn't know how many more birthdays I could spend with him.
I made the decision to postpone my trip to Los Angeles. It was not easy. My partner at the time was not a simple person, and facing his inevitable anger scared me. But the certainty I felt in my intuition gave me the strength I needed to confront his anger. I knew, without a doubt, that I had to listen to that inner voice.
