Today it has been exactly a week since some bastards ran over Irene and I from behind while we walked on the sidewalk, just feet from our home. The tragedy ended with the death of my girlfriend from the strong impact of the accident. Since that day, I have been in a sort of Intensive Care Unit (Hunter Ward of the Royal Berkshire Hospital) recovering well from several skull fractures and two broken legs, one broken in several places that required surgical intervention. Physically recovering is fundamental for curing, little by little, the other emotional damage her family and I have fight to alleviate every second.
This is the first day I have had access to Internet and I feel good enough to thank everyone for the support they have given me through private messages (Facebook, WhatsApp, etc...). Also those friends who have visited me in the hospital and whose friendship with Irene moves and grips me more and more everyday. I promise to respond as my strength and still-altered state permit.
I have cried a lot these days. Most of all because, since I recovered consciousness on the ground after getting run over, I did not have the opportunity to see Irene or say goodbye to her in my way.
I only know that we were walking hand-in-hand, smiling and happy, and when I woke up she was no longer in my field of vision. The medical team and police proceeded to cut my clothes off, immobilize me and take me immediately to the hospital. They took Irene to a different one in Oxford, rather far from where I am. Two days later, I got the cruel confirmation of Irene's end from my mother, who had traveled from Mallorca to look after me in my fragile state.
Having said this, I want to begin to make clear that once I recover my independence - when I am out of danger and back on the street - I will fight with all my strength to have those guilty of provoking this miserable incident punished to the full extent of the law. I will start a legal and media campaign asking for 'Justice for Irene'.
Those who committed this killing had been having an illegal car race for several miles before smashing into us. We were the only two people who were walking at that time of night, far removed from those miserable criminals and what fate had prepared for us.
I hope I can count on your support in this and that you will join the cause with your friendship and solidarity.
It is going to take me an eternity to confront her loss. No one can know the level of understanding that united us, or how and how much we loved each other. Irene was a little of everything: my friend, my girlfriend, my lover, my editor, my teacher, my daughter, my mother... To look around and not see her smiling, bubbling with life no matter what, is the bitter pill I will have to swallow.
Her body is no longer with me, but her soul will live forever in me.
I wish I could hand you my laptop now so you could check the text and tell me, like you always did, your opinion about it. I wish that you did not like and could edit life to erase all the bad news and be with me again.
I love you, my love. My Princess. My Queen.
Jonathan Bosque posted this text on Facebook on January 4, 2015. On December 27, he and his girlfriend, Irene Rodriguez Caballero, were walking on Caversham Road in the British city of Reading when a car came onto the sidewalk and ran them over. Irene (36 years old) died the next day at John Radcliffe Hospital. Two men, 23 and 26 years old, have been arrested on suspicion of reckless driving.
This post is a translated version of its original Spanish. You can read the original post, in full, on El Huffington Post hereSuggest a correction