Casita de Pitatayo

As I’ve sat at home all weekend waiting for updates on my grandmother, I’ve been trying to enjoy the simple things in life.

Each update is worse than the last and with each one I cry in sadness and grief. Why is my grandmother so special? She was more than a grandmother. She helped raise my sisters and me. When my father was out of town for weeks at a time and my mother had to continue working, Mami would fly up to Virginia and stay with us for months at a time it feels like. I’m not sure, I was too young. But I remember her always at our house and when she wasn’t in VA we were in Puerto Rico at her house. We’d go for Spring Break, weeks at a time during the summer, long weekends during the year. That’s why my mom continued working for Eastern Airlines…so my grandmother could see us whenever she or we wanted.

Back to the simple things in life. I planted flowers in my front yard, and they are pretty and make me smile. I go outside to look at them when I need to smile. I had breakfast outside in the back yard yesterday morning, facing the woods. It was nice to be outside early in silence.

We continue to wait. But I have to continue living life and so I’m off to work.