Later that day I went over to my parents house. My dad was worried. He kept getting calls. Once minute my grandpa was fine and then he wasn't. It was a roller coaster of emotions. I left their house around 9pm and the last news i heard was that he was having trouble breathing and was being intubated. Still i did not loose hope. I prayed as hard as i could. I asked god that if he pulled my grandfather through this one i'd go visit and take him to the cathedral in Mexico........ I slept with my phone under my pillow that night. At 2am on February 27th my phone rang. It was my mom. I'm well aware that phone calls at this time from a family member are never good news. I answered and held my breath and i heard my mom's voice "mija, ya se murio tu abuelito". Those words have stayed in my head since i heard them. they didn't sink in for a while. I got off the phone with my mom and i sat up on my bed not knowing what to do. How to react? Manny and Gianna were sleeping. i couldn't cry, i just froze for a few minutes. Then I woke Manny up and i told him and it finally dawned on me..... My grandfather, the sweetest most loving man i've ever known was gone. I cried and cried. my heart was broken. My heart is broken, for my dad for my uncles, for my aunts, my cousins my brother and my grandma.
I couldn't bring myself to go to Mexico to give him his final farewell. It wasn't because i didn't want. It was a personal choice. I want to remember my grandfather as he always was. Not lying in a coffin looking unrecognizable. Its been a week of mourning, and remembering. Coming to terms with the fact that I will never hear his voice singing or asking "quien es mu reina?".
La partida de mi abuelo a dejado un vacio en nuestros corazones. Pero ese vacio no es mas grande que el amor y los recuerdos que tenemos de el. Me siento afortunada de haber sido su primera nieta y que dios me haiga escojido a mi para tener un abuelito como el. Lo quiero mi chaparrito! y un dia nos veremos. hasta entonces, echenos un ojo a todos. mandemos una señal que esta bien porfis. Mi papi la necesita :-(
