Personal Reflection on Grief
And I wake up with a very strange feeling in my body, and I say:
"Something's wrong, he-- uh-- something has happened to my grandfather."
He was dying at that moment.
Fuck.
I mean, I don't remember much else because it hurt
so much that there are
parts of my memory—
Yeah.
that get erased.
Of course.
But I experience that a lot and,
and it seems to me
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Original transcript (Spanish)
Y yo me despierto con una sensación muy rara en el cuerpo y digo: "Algo está mal, al-- es-- algo le ha pasado a mi abuelo". Estaba muriendo en ese momento. Hostia. O sea, y ya no recuerdo mucho más porque me dolió
tanto que hay partes de mi memoria- Ya ... que se borran. Claro.
Pero eso lo vivo mucho y, y me parece
