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I see my grandmother the day after the burial. She is happy to see me, but distracted. You can see the forlorn look in her eyes. She's lost in both the past and the present. She doesn't seem quite sure of...anything. Abuela is wearing blue today – his favorite color. I wonder if it was on purpose or not. Her hair is cropped low-management short. An unpleasant pixie of gray-white and honest, aged red. In moments when she recollects herself, her eyes cloud over. Blood rushes into her ears and the thoughts - "He's dead! My husband is dead....And he's not coming back!" - scream reality back into place. She holds us each in turn when nature wakes the heart from it's ill-numbing coma. Tears flush down her face. You can hardly understand her words, but her feelings blare out – clear as the freckles on our arms.
I saw her lapse.
We were at home. We had gotten food and had just finished eating. Initially she had begged Mom not to let her go home. Sadness consumes. Mom compromised to leave after eating. But, we lingered talking about – what else? - (more) food. Chinese, no less. But the topic didn't matter. Abuela looked at the clock – 6:08 (by my eyes). Her eyes clouded – she's in a confused time-space. She turns to my Aunt – the fragile caregiver.
<"Did you give your dad his medicine?"> She asked. We all looked stunned. Confused.
My Aunt responded, < "But Mami—">
< "Did you give him his medicine? It's really important he get's his medicine. He needs his medicine...">
My Aunt just looks at her; she compromises truth. < "Yes, I gave it to him when he needed it...">
Abuela smiles. Tears flow down, slowing. She's hit the present, but the blow wasn't hard this time. She resorts to present tears while lingering onto past memories.
I saw her lapse.
We were at home. We had gotten food and had just finished eating. Initially she had begged Mom not to let her go home. Sadness consumes. Mom compromised to leave after eating. But, we lingered talking about – what else? - (more) food. Chinese, no less. But the topic didn't matter. Abuela looked at the clock – 6:08 (by my eyes). Her eyes clouded – she's in a confused time-space. She turns to my Aunt – the fragile caregiver.
<"Did you give your dad his medicine?"> She asked. We all looked stunned. Confused.
My Aunt responded, < "But Mami—">
< "Did you give him his medicine? It's really important he get's his medicine. He needs his medicine...">
My Aunt just looks at her; she compromises truth. < "Yes, I gave it to him when he needed it...">
Abuela smiles. Tears flow down, slowing. She's hit the present, but the blow wasn't hard this time. She resorts to present tears while lingering onto past memories.
Literature
Stare, Dream, Dance, Feel
Waking up that morning,
A shallow sunrise still
Burns into my face.
An ache, a twinge,
Thoughts of loneliness,
Put me in my place.
An exercise of realizing
What it meant last night
To be ever so free.
Meshing and melding my mind
In a ball of emotions,
Oh how it turned me to glee.
Alas, being over and moving on
Is the only choice
I now have to take.
Uttermost cautions me,
Lest they find out
The past I must fake.
Climbing into the vehicle
That will carry me forward,
I remember you.
You, who invoked feelings,
Swirling dreams, emotions
That to me were so new.
I weep to myself at
That very moment as
I realize what I've lo
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Let me be me.
I don't see why you're rejecting me,
Even God won't let me be me,
Hell will freeze over,
And heaven will burn to ashes by the time I grow a musache and beard,
Wouldn't it be weird,
Seeing me that way,
With a new spring in my step,
Man got SWAG!
Ha!
Weird word,
Let me be the bird,
'Cause I'm so fly I go high in the sky,
Like a tower looking down,
I may be 5'6,
And shit,
That ain't tall,
I may not join the NBA,
I may not be as good as B.O.B,
I may never rock the NYC,
But SHIT,
Let me be me.
Literature
Stay
Surrounding chaos
Unseen revers'd battlefield.
Choose to not come home.
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My observations of my grandma the day after the funeral/burial.
I can tell she's as lost as ever. She's been going through a lot. I hope she can pull through. She'll be staying with my parents for a while as she recovers.
Note:
Conversations within <> indicate foreign language. In this case Spanish. I'd hate to bother with my slightly butchered spanish, plus most readers wouldn't understand anyways.
I can tell she's as lost as ever. She's been going through a lot. I hope she can pull through. She'll be staying with my parents for a while as she recovers.
Note:
Conversations within <> indicate foreign language. In this case Spanish. I'd hate to bother with my slightly butchered spanish, plus most readers wouldn't understand anyways.
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This is so sad... And almost what I experienced when my two grandfathers died with my grandmothers... Ifeel so sorry for you and your family...