My dad, Jose, will be 89 years young this year. He's my hero. Now, I didn't always feel this way, but I'm so grateful I do now. Now that I'm older and wiser, I've learned to forgive and to be forgiven. He tells the best stories. He was born in Las Minillas, Puebla, Mexico. His dad built the house he was born in. This is the house. It's still standing. Our cousin, Petra, lives on the land that once belonged to my grandma, Chonita.
Daddy lived in many places, Veracruz, Tlaxcala, Kansas, Illinois, North Dakota, Arizona . . . He settled in Arizona to live with my mom, Lupe. They were married for 52 years. He told me that she "saved" his life. I remember a dear friend of mine who said, as she watched the health of her husband's grandparents fade, "Sixty-seven years together wasn't enough time." After my mom died and my dad was so sad, I realized that "Fifty-two years together wasn't enough time." 
2 comments:
OMG! That is so beautiful. Grandma looks so beautiful. What you wrote made me cry cuz i realize how some of your words relate to situations that have happened in my life. I remember i thought Grandma was the means grandman in the world but as i grew up my feels changed and she wasn't so bad after all.LOL ;) It made me cry also cuz i miss her alot.
Aww Mija, yeah, as I grew up I realize many things. How I once saw and felt about things isn't how I see and feel about them today. I still honor those feelings of the past, but realize that they are just that feelings and feelings change. Love heals, being patience with me also helps. Love you!! I miss her too.
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