Family = Love

Day two of the 14th day challenge. 

Discussing Family and the love for them. 

If you've kept up with my blog you know that my grandpa passed away in Dec. And yesterday I found out my other grandpa passed away. The one that lived in Mexico. He was the only family member from both of my families, that I knew was like me in the sense that he always had a book with him. And people say I look like him a little. He has- had a butt chin like me. 

And so now I have no grandparents waiting for me in Mexico. My grandma passed away about 9 years ago on Christmas Eve. 

Under tough circumstances I never got to meet her, or my grandpa that passed away. And I want to cry and be angry that all I have now are some old pictures and memories of phone calls. But the tears don't come. I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of hurting. 

My grandparents would always call me "mi vida", which means my life in Spanish, but it was used as a term of endearment. And I loved listening to them call me that because even as I grew older I always felt like a little kid when talking to them. And although I never met them I could hear the love they had for me in their voices it was something special and sweet. 

With my grandparents that I do know I could always see it or feel by their actions. But with my grandparents in Mexico I could hear it in their voices. 

I remember when I was younger I was worried that any of my grandparents would feel bad or be jealous that I loved my other ones as well. And now I know it's silly. Because I love those four people with all of my heart. 

I may be weird but I love old people, and more importantly I love my old people. My grandparents. I would go to my grandma's house she'd cook us a yummy breakfast and then she'd go about cleaning her house my my sister played with her dogs and my grandpa and I sat outside in the backyard, while he took a nap and I read. 

I would call my grandparents from Mexico and my grandma would talk about all the foods that she would cook for me once we were together, and my grandpa would talk about the places that he would take me. This didn't get to happen. But I still want to go to Mexico and visit where they lived, where they walked, where they visited. I still want and plan to do that someday. And I know that I won't be alone. They'll be there holding my hands so to speak. 

All I have left in this world is one grandma. And she can be your typical cranky Mexican grandma, but I love her to death, and my other three grandparents hold a very special place in my heart, but for now I'll enjoy the one I have left. And I hope I have her for a really long time. 

I don't want a world where my grandparents don't exist. But I know it'll happen. And that'll hurt. So my goal is to show my kids how great it is to spend time with grandparents. I will make them bond with my parents. 

I'd like to say that I know I'll see my grandparents soon. But then that just means I hope I die soon so I can see them. But I want to live. I want to do the things my grandparents promised me. I want to be hardworking and ready for whatever life throws at me like my grandpa showed me. I want to make them proud. So instead I'll say I want to live, I know I'll see them someday and I wouldn't mind dreaming about them from time to time. I'll enjoy it. 

I love them all.