With barely a minute or two to spare it has seemed almost impossible to continue writing on my blog. To be honest, I miss blogging. Like I mentioned before, my purpose for this blog is to be like a safe haven for any teenage girl, thus being my escape from reality as well.
A lot has happened in my life since the last post I wrote. My beloved grandfather passed away on Thanksgiving day, and it has hit my family and me like a ton of bricks. At the end of the day, I find peace in the idea that in heaven he is reunited with my grandmother (she passed away 25 years ago), can finally walk (he was a pilot and had an accident in 1970), can finally breathe properly (he smoked most of his life), and finally has a beautiful mane on his head (he was bald ever since I can remember). It's the first time I lose someone I love. And now I know that it is never easy, especially when you have spent so much of your time loving and serving them. Every Saturday afternoon my mom and I would visit him, dress him up, take him out for ice cream or coffee (whatever he was craving, usually Dunkin Donuts), wandered around the city, and ended the day with getting together with the rest of the family for dinner. Every Saturday he would greet us with a smile on his face saying "mis muchachitas" meaning "my little girls". He would always mention that he watched "The Emperor Waltz" on ballet on TV, forgetting he told me the same exact thing the previous Saturday. He was a crazy old man. But he was my crazy old man.
I love you, Abue. I miss you.
The day of his funeral I had the honor to read Psalm 23 (my grandfather's favorite verse) during the Eucharist.
A lot has happened in my life since the last post I wrote. My beloved grandfather passed away on Thanksgiving day, and it has hit my family and me like a ton of bricks. At the end of the day, I find peace in the idea that in heaven he is reunited with my grandmother (she passed away 25 years ago), can finally walk (he was a pilot and had an accident in 1970), can finally breathe properly (he smoked most of his life), and finally has a beautiful mane on his head (he was bald ever since I can remember). It's the first time I lose someone I love. And now I know that it is never easy, especially when you have spent so much of your time loving and serving them. Every Saturday afternoon my mom and I would visit him, dress him up, take him out for ice cream or coffee (whatever he was craving, usually Dunkin Donuts), wandered around the city, and ended the day with getting together with the rest of the family for dinner. Every Saturday he would greet us with a smile on his face saying "mis muchachitas" meaning "my little girls". He would always mention that he watched "The Emperor Waltz" on ballet on TV, forgetting he told me the same exact thing the previous Saturday. He was a crazy old man. But he was my crazy old man.
I love you, Abue. I miss you.
Psalm 23
A psalm of David.
1 The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
for his name’s sake.
4 Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,[a]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
for his name’s sake.
4 Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,[a]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
forever.
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
forever.
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