Siento colgarlo en inglés pero lo escribí para ella, y éste es el idioma en el que hablábamos, nos reíamos y nos contábamos nuestras confidencias. No puedo creer que esto haya pasado, todavía sigo pensando que estoy viviendo una pesadilla y que en cualquier momento va a sonar el despertador...
I´ve always believed in fate.
When Hamish asked me if I would mind waiting for another teacher at the airport, I said it was not a problem. Then I saw you and I knew it was meant to be. You looked like a Jane Austin´s character, wearing that grey skirt you used to love so much and struggling with the biggest suitcase I had ever seen. When we asked you how your trip had been, I was expecting a polite “good, thank you” but your answer was “a bloody nightmare it was”. I immediately liked you.
We sat at the back of the car and I could not understand a single word you said but I liked your friendliness and that easy smile of yours. Everybody remembers your smile… and the fact that you had “good teeth for a Brit”.
We decided to live together the very next day. We were sitting at Mojo´s and you said “you know, I love having a chat while enjoying a drink”. I responded “yes, that´s me too… I was thinking of sharing an apartment… why don´t we live together?” Lucky me, your answer was yes.
From that moment you became my friend, my family, my rock and my Jiminy Cricket.
Whenever I felt like doing something stupid, you would ask me to think twice. Whenever I felt down, you would lift my spirit with your witty comments. Whenever I felt I would not be able to do something, you would push me harder. Whenever I felt blue, you would ask me to put some make up on and bring it on.
I remember that, when they asked us if we would like to renew our contract for a second year, we sat across each other and took the decision together. We would stay. Together. My mom, who never liked the idea of me coming to the USA, would say “estoy tranquila porque tienes a KT”; she knew I would have not made it without you.
You were incredibly strong and positive. A friend sent me a message and told me you were “the happiest person she had ever known”. All of us admired your determination and resolution. All of us loved your British sense of humor and sharp comments.
You deeply loved your friends and family and would spend hours writing letters to them. You had nicknames for all of them and loved pointing to the pictures while sharing the moments you had. You made each and every one of us feel special and loved.
We would sometimes talk about this moment and you always said your beloved Nana would be waiting for you. I bet Cary Grant was standing next to her. I know you are in a better place and that you would like us to move on. You would tell us to enjoy every single moment and that´s what you did, you would keep saying you had a blast here, and here you found love.
However, understand it will take us some time.
I miss your “Morning, Bitch! U alright?” every day.
I miss sitting on the sofa together, looking like an old married couple: you wrapped in your pashmina, watching your action shows or Family Guy, and me surfing the Net and chatting non stop.
I miss sending you stupid comments on facebook and your witty and usually PG 13-rated responses.
I miss coming into your bedroom and sitting on your bed while torturing you with the latest “drama” in my life.
I miss your crappy dance music while having a ride in your car.
I miss being hysterical and climbing on top of the bed while you would try to vacuum every spider in the house.
I miss your cursing like a sailor whenever something went wrong.
I miss your being able to name every single actor and the shows they had been in or the people they had been involved with.
I miss your contagious laugh.
I miss having to call and complain myself because the people on the phone could not understand your “proper English” accent.
I miss your setting the fire alarm off whenever you tried to cook something in the oven.
I miss spending the weekend at home, watching movies and having chips and salsa and Margaritas “for tea”.
I miss having the mailbox overflowed with the letters and postcards your friends and family from all over the world would send you.
I miss your trying to fix everything with a cup of tea and some chocolate.
I miss seeing ladybirds everywhere.
I miss you, my friend.
Love you always,
Bitch
