Una partida inespereda, sin despedidas.....Esp-Eng

Hace cuatro años el 7 de abril de 2022, fallecio mi cuñada Maria Eugenia de ello hice una publicacion, para la familia es como muy recien todavia esa perdida, pero que nunca se nos olvidara. No hubo despedidas ya que le dio un ACV del cual nunca recupero el conocimiento.

Ahora de nuevo en la madrugada del Viernes Santo 03 de abril de esta Semana Santa de 2026, otra tragedia causa dolor en la familia, pero de una manera como extraña, no se como llamarla, porque esta vez fue mi sobrina Geraldine, la hija de Maria Eugenia, si asi como lo leen, pero fue tambien digamos una partida sin despedida, porque ni ella penso quizas que su vida se acabaria de esa manera tan pronta, creo que nadie lo sabe, cuando es asi, porque cuando es por una enfermedad, como que permite ir preparandose, hasta la familia tambien.

Ambas de madrugada, asi que cuando desperte como a las 7 de la mañana, mi hermano me escribe al celular donde primero me dice: ¡Sientate!, eso de verdad que me asusto, fue cuando me dice: ¡Esta madrugada Geraldine tuvo un accidente y lamentablemente falleció hermana respira y calma.!

Eso fue ni se como describir la sensacion que sentia, porque ella era la unica hija de mi hermano Hochimin, asi le decimos desde niño, porque mi papa queria realmente que asi se llamara, pero mi mama dijo que no, pero lo llamamos asi.

Era su unica hija de crianza, ya que cuando el se junta con Maria Eugenia, ya ella tenia a Geraldine, pero era el padre que ella siempre vio, desde sus estudios en el preescolar, hasta graduarse de bachiller, era una familia muy unida y bonita.

Lo otro era que fallece alla en Santa Elena de Uairen en el estado Bolivar, ella tenia ya una relacion, una pareja, pero mi hermano estaba en Ciudad Bolivar, que vino para pasar su pasado cumpleaños y luego para los 15 años de una sobrina. Pero justo cuando le avisan a el ya en la mañana, el estaba en el fundo y yo en mi casa, con el alla estaba mi mama, mi hermano Mao, que por lo menos no estaba solo, para pasar tan gran dolor, porque cuando fallece su pareja, estaba sin nosotros y tampoco pudimos ir porque todo fue muy rapido.

Lo que paso fue lo siguiente: Geraldine con su pareja habian ido a una reunion pero el se fue en el carro y ella en su moto, si ya creo que se imaginan por donde viene la cosa, porque las motos ultimamente son protagonistas de tragedias. Cuando avanzada la noche la pareja de Geraldine se sentia mal, con algo viral que habia, le dice a ella para irse asi como llegaron a la reunion, a lo que ella le dijo que se quedaria un rato mas, se fue el y ella se queda. Yo digo que esto seria como el primer aviso y no le dio importancia. Pasadas las 2 de la mañana, tal vez se tomo unas cervezas otra falta, decide irse y sube a su moto. Que cuando le faltaba poco para llegar a su casa, no se acordo de la curva que hay en la via, mas el exceso de velocidad, no controla la moto y se va a estrellar contra un porton grande que hasta lo despega y este cae sobre la moto, que la tumba y ella sale de la moto y pega su cabeza con una pared y ahi quedo de inmediato.

Por eso digo otra partida sin despedida, que el destino echa sus cartas y no saben jugarlas, porque quizas si ella se retira antes con su pareja, no estuvieramos pasando por esta tristeza, ya ha pasado una semana y todavia me da un gran dolor, porque es como paso todo.

Las motos okey alla donde vivia se usa mucho porque en verdad las vias son muy malas son como para vehiculos tipo rusticos, pero lo que no veo es la necesidad de andar a exceso de velocidad.

Una chica joven 27 años, emprendedora porque tenia una tienda de ropa, el cual le iba muy bien, con las ventas y en las redes tambien las usaba para las ventas.

Mi hermano aquí en Ciudad Bolivar que pensaba quedarse unos dias mas, pero todos los planes cambiaron, se vino a mi casa con mi mama y sus cosas, para salir al dia siguiente hacia Santa Elena, porque por ser Viernes Santo, no habia mucho transporte o sea buses para viajar, como el mismo dijo, ya paso, que el tampoco queria ver su hija en esa urna, para recordarle alegre como siempre fue.

En la noche del viernes busque unos contactos para los pasajes para el sabado, llego este dia y lo acompañe al terminal, ya que no podia ir hasta su casa con el, lo quise acompañar al terminal y hasta que se fue el bus, pero mas adelante en la alcabala cerca del distribuidor lo esperaba mi otro hermano Mao, que era el mas en condicion de acompañarlo porque estaba de vacaciones, ya se le habia comprado el pasaje y hablado con el chofer donde se iba a subir.

Nos avisaron cuando llegaron al dia siguiente domingo a las 9 de la mañana creo, es un viaje largo. Ya a Geraldine la habian sepultado el sabado en la tarde. Ahora estaria ella de nuevo reunida con su mama, asi como cuando ambas estaban con vida aquí en la tierra.

Asi se termino una vida tan joven no es por la moto, es como hacen uso de ellas.

Fotos tomadas del grupo de WhatsApp de la familia, que ese dia asi la recordamos.

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Four years ago, on April 7, 2022, my sister-in-law Maria Eugenia passed away. I wrote a post about it; for the family, that loss still feels very recent, but we will never forget her. There was no farewell, as she suffered a stroke from which she never regained consciousness.

Now, once again, in the early hours of Good Friday, April 3, during Holy Week 2026, another tragedy has brought pain to the family—but in a strange way, I don’t know how to describe it, because this time it was my niece Geraldine, Maria Eugenia’s daughter. Yes, just as you read it, but it was also, let’s say, a departure without a goodbye, because perhaps even she didn’t think her life would end so suddenly. I don’t think anyone knows when it’s like that, because when it’s due to an illness, it’s as if it allows you to prepare yourself—even the family.

It was early in the morning, so when I woke up around 7 a.m., my brother texted me on my cell phone. First he said, “Sit down!” That really scared me. Then he told me, “Early this morning, Geraldine had an accident and sadly passed away. Sister, take a deep breath and stay calm.”

I don’t even know how to describe the feeling I had, because she was the only daughter of my brother Hochimin—that’s what we’ve called him since he was a kid, because my dad really wanted him to be named that, but my mom said no, yet we still call him that.

She was his only biological daughter, since when he got together with Maria Eugenia, she already had Geraldine, but he was the father she always saw, from her time in preschool until she graduated from high school; they were a very close-knit and lovely family.

The other thing was that she passed away in Santa Elena de Uairén, in Bolívar State. She was already in a relationship, but my brother was in Ciudad Bolívar; he had come to celebrate his birthday and then his niece’s 15th birthday. But just as they told him in the morning—he was at the farm and I was at home—my mom and my brother Mao were there with him, so at least he wasn’t alone to go through such great pain, because when his partner passed away, he was without us, and we couldn’t go either because everything happened so fast.

Here’s what happened: Geraldine and her partner had gone to a gathering, but he drove there in the car and she rode her motorcycle. I’m sure you can guess where this is going, because motorcycles have been at the center of so many tragedies lately. Later that night, Geraldine’s partner was feeling sick—he had caught a virus—so he told her to leave just as they had arrived at the gathering. She told him she’d stay a little longer, so he left and she stayed behind. I’d say this was like a first warning, but she didn’t think much of it. After 2 a.m., maybe she’d had a few beers or something else, she decided to leave and got on her motorcycle. Just as she was about to reach her house, she didn’t notice the curve in the road; combined with speeding, she lost control of the motorcycle and crashed into a large gate, which was torn off and fell onto the bike, knocking her off. She hit her head on a wall and died instantly.

That’s why I say another departure without a goodbye—that fate deals its cards and they don’t know how to play them. Because maybe if she had left earlier with her partner, we wouldn’t be going through this sadness. A week has already passed, and it still causes me great pain, because that’s how it all happened.

Motorcycles, okay, where she lived, are used a lot because the roads are really bad—they’re more suited for off-road vehicles—but what I don’t see is the need to speed.

A 27-year-old woman, an entrepreneur who owned a clothing store that was doing very well in terms of sales; she also used social media for sales.

My brother here in Ciudad Bolívar had planned to stay a few more days, but all the plans changed. He came to my house with my mom and his things to leave the next day for Santa Elena, because since it was Good Friday, there wasn’t much transportation—that is, buses to travel on. As he himself said, it’s over now, and he didn’t want to see his daughter in that coffin either, so he could remember her as cheerful as she always was.

On Friday night, I reached out to some contacts to get tickets for Saturday. The day arrived, and I accompanied him to the terminal, since I couldn’t go all the way to his house with him. I wanted to see him off at the terminal until the bus left, but further down the road at the checkpoint near the interchange, my other brother Mao was waiting for him. He was the one best able to accompany him because he was on vacation; he had already bought the ticket and spoken with the driver about where he would board.

They let us know when they arrived the following Sunday at 9 a.m., I think—it’s a long trip. Geraldine had already been buried on Saturday afternoon. Now she would be reunited with her mother, just as they were when both were alive here on earth.

That’s how such a young life came to an end—it’s not because of the motorcycle, but because of how they use them.

Photos taken from the family’s WhatsApp group, showing how we remembered her that day.

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