Crazy Little Thing Called Death

What a raw feeling seeing your family collectively mourn. It can make you look a little crazier than usual. Then again, who wouldn’t act that way, having your nerves exposed in such a mess.

My grandfather was butcher, a farmer, a club member, a fearless man, a real man’s man. Amante de todo aquello mexicano… la Revolución Mexicana le podía mucho. No me sorprende nuestra historia de vida, cobra mucho sentido.

Roble, fuerte. Señor de ojos sonriente. Frank Sinatra, Pedro Infante y mi abuelo.

¡Qué horrible se siente estar lejos de las tías, tío y mis primos! Ver a mi mamá lejos de ellos es peor. Que la familia mexicana riegue de amor a mi mamá, no tiene precio ni forma de agradecerse.

Hay una parte de la historia a la que jamás tendré acceso, la otra me la seguirán contando mi mamá, mis tías y tío.

So exorcise the icky feeling of loss and celebrate a great, long and fulfilled life.

 

By the way, exercise actually helps…

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4 Responses to Crazy Little Thing Called Death

  1. FLF says:

    Heartfelt. FLF

  2. AFI says:

    The end of an era — they truly don’t make them like that anymore, and that’s a fact. Love you!

  3. Nelly Fernandez says:

    Querida Sobrina, le alegran tanto tus sentidas palabras, en estos momentos de tanto dolor; VALDIVIA, LLORA, LLUEVE Y LLUEVE….. con amor de tu tia Nelly.

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