Twenty-five years later

Eighteen seconds. My life changed for ever after eighteen seconds on that Thursday morning. I went to bed a child, and I came out of the ruins of my house an adult.
The presence of absence is still palpable, our broken childhood a latent memory. My brother lost.
The pain is sometimes forgotten, life delivers new horizons, we move on.
The pain is sometimes palpable, life that could have been was not, we remember.
I remember you.

Image: Fernando Botero, "Terremoto en Popayán" 1999