Padrona ✔️

Chapter Twenty Two- 2017

25th November 

Today we gather not to mourn but to celebrate the life of Contessina de Pablo, a loving and loyal wife, and mother.

I suppose we eventually accept our fate.

We realize that destiny is no longer in our hands but in the hands of a higher power.

A devout Catholic you believe that her spirit would have succumbed to her fate a long time ago.

But it took the glistening edge of a dagger to have her believe truly in a higher power.

As they say, we all pray in the end.

She didn't know if she would have seen those high golden gates

Maybe she would have felt the blistering heat

And she wasn't afraid of that.

To feel that heat for she had felt that heat before

Every day of her life but the thought of willing accepting this fate did not frighten her but gave her joy

She chose a knife.

Stripped down to nothing

Sat in the pristine claw foot tub

And asked herself why didn't I do this before

The freedom she felt from simply thinking of death

Of choosing the way she died was uplifting

For the first time in a long time, she felt something

She pressed the blade against her flesh

And all the agony

All the pain came trickling out

She felt pain.

It engulfed her

Kissed her heart and made love to her soul

She felt love

For the man, he met so many years ago

For the child, she willed her mind to forget.

For the children, she leaves behind.

She felt hate

For the woman called Sarah, like Abraham's wife

For the mother, she could never satisfy

She felt so much in so little time that the thought of dying barely registered

Who knew death could elicit so many feeling?

Who would've known that death could've pumped life back into her

She looked ahead, she could see herself in the mirror ahead

The shell that was once there was being filled with something

Death had not taken from her but had given her, a short glimpse of her life

The life before she became a princess and a queen.