My Wishing Well
Tumblr! I’ve been gone for forever! Let me tell you what’s been going on in my life for the past couple of weeks.
So my godbrother came to town. I haven’t seen him in almost a year. I went over for mothers day weekend. That Saturday my godmother Yajaira picked me up and took me to her house. That night we (her, Jissette, Jorge, and my boo Byron) went to Hooters to eat. She and Jissette had wings and fries and me and Jorge had breaded shrimp. And we all kinda shared my huge slice of chocolate cake. Byron ate from Yajaira’s fries. I drank a raspberry lemonade which I absolutely love.
So then came Sunday. Mother’s Day here in the U.S. Yajaira, her mom, Jorge, me, and Byron go to Sawgrass Mall for Mother’s Day. We chill the whole day and when we get back to the house. So we get back and find that people have called from Dominican Republic a lot. And then my grandma calls back and finds out that my mom’s mom had passed away around 6:30pm on May 13. I just nodded when she told me. I knew my grandma has been sick for a long time but it’s got progressively worse. She was really skinny and barely eating but she was never showed that she was in pain. When you asked her how she was doing, she would say she was fine. She was also very religious so I’m glad she’s not suffering anymore and that she’s in heaven right now. Now I got two angels watching over me: my mom and my grandma who loved me a lot because I was the continuation of my mom.
So that night when Yajaira dropped me off at home, I broke the news to my dad and then called my cousin Mary in New York. When she said “Hello, How are you?!” I was sobbing and bawling for a good minute. And then she and my dad were telling me how I should go to DR. And on Sunday night I bought a ticket for Wednesday night May 16.
My grandma’s funeral was that night and then she was buried the next day Monday afternoon at 4pm. She’s buried on top of my mom’s grave. The cemetery they are buried in is one that the graves are in little gated plots/houses above ground.
So I get there Wednesday night. I’m nervous the whole plane ride over because I don’t know what to expect or how to act or anything. My uncle picked me up at the airport and told me how it went down. So then after about an hour, we get to my grandma’s house. And my aunts and uncles and some family is waiting for me at the door and they all hug me really tight when I get there. I didn’t cry when I walked in. But they had a memorial set up there in the living room. All the couches and tables were gone and there were just a bunch of plastic chairs set up everywhere for people to sit when they come the house for prayer. There was her painting of Jesus and the Divino Nino or the Holy Child aka Baby Jesus. And a picture of her and a candle.
Dominican Republic is a Catholic country so they do something called a novenaria which is nine days of prayer after a person’s death. She passed Sunday but my aunts started the novenaria the day after the burial. I got there the night of the second day. What we would do everyday is hold a prayer at the house at 3pm and then go to Church for a mass at 6pm.
In between the 3pm prayer and the 6pm mass, my aunt took me to the cemetery. I was bawling when I saw her grave. It wasn’t engraved yet, it just had “LOLA” written on it in cement. She was on top of my mom. I’ve gotten used to not crying when I get to my mom’s grave. I like tear up really bad on the way there and then when I get there I’m stable. But when I saw my grandma’s grave for the first time I lost it.
The week passed quickly with preparing for the prayers each day. But then came the last day. The last day of prayer is special. They fixed up the mini-altar thing up really nice. They got new flowers and everything and it was very pretty. The last day we had the prayer at 10am and the mass at Church was at 3pm. My aunts and I dressed in all white. It also happens that the last day of prayer fell on May 23. That’s my bday. I turned 19 on the last day of my grandma’s prayers.
Church that afternoon was really sad. It was dedicated specially for my grandma and people went up and spoke. And it was just very emotional. I feel so bad for my uncles and aunts that have to live on without her after being used to having her around all the time. I mean I’m sad but I only saw her in the summer. I went to DR in the summer when I was 8,10,11,13,14,15 and then again in the winter as an 18 year old from 12/24/2011 until 1/7/12. I’m sooo glad I went in the winter . I saw her in January after not seeing her for 3 years and then in May she’s gone. So at least we saw each other recently you know?
So after church a lot of people head back to the house but within the hour just some family is left . My aunts and a neighbor went to the cemetery. I was mad cause I wanted to go too but that neighbor lady just was begging so I let her go.
Then my aunts get back and my dad calls so im in my aunt’s room talking and the phone and they lock her bedroom door while I was talking. I honestly thought they were moving furniture around because since it was the last day of prayer that huge number of people are no longer going to show up so they could put the house back to normal. But when I open the door I see fire and then under the fire there’s a cake! Tears came out of my eyes but I didn’t have time to cry. They were shooing me over to the cake and putting frosting on my face and stuff. I really wasn’t expecting that at all. After the crying and the sadness in the church I totally forgot about my bday. That made me acknowledge further the amazing family God has blessed me with. I feel so happy to have been born my mother’s daughter and my father’s daughter because on both sides there’s so much love from aunts and uncles and cousins and extended family. its crazy.
from right to left: my mom’s dad, my mom’s sister, my mom’s sister, me, my mom’s brother, and my mom’s other brother.
here’s a pic of my mom and dad btw. this is when they were dating. this was in like 1991 so that’s why my dad has that hairstyle lol
I don’t know why I am the way I am then since I have all this family. im not like very warm and fuzzy and expressive. I actually avoid calling people and keeping in contact just because I think people don’t care. When in fact they do. Idk man. That’s another story for another blog. But yea. This was a very sad/surprising birthday.
So Thursday and Friday flew by. I really dreaded leaving. I really love it over there. I woke up at 4:30am this morning, left the house at 5:30am and got to the airport just before 6:30am. My flight was at 8:10 and boarding started at 7:30. I got here and went through security and customs and everything went smoothly. Except that I lost my umbrella in DR because you aren’t allowed to take it out of the country in your carry-on. -_-‘
But yeah. That’s whats been going on for the last couple of weeks. Its really long I know but I would feel dumb separating it into different posts.
I have another blog I wanna write about my 18th year of life and all the firsts I experienced between May 23, 2011 and May 23, 2012.
TTYL.
Mary Jamis, a lesbian woman, was ARRESTED yesterday after she and her partner sought a marriage license in North Carolina.
Share this if you think it’s outrageous.
I’m sharing this because Jamis is a badass.
…North Carolina, what the FUCK are you guys doing?
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if this came to my door i dont know what i would do
eat the pizza and keep the dog.
i thought it said eat the dog and keep the pizza HAHAHAH fuck
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So im watching LOTR 2 and I always get teary at the part where the Uruk -hai armiy finally reaches helms deep and the men and elves start dying. But then I always crack up because of legalos and gimli’s bickering. :P
Also I cant help but to compare smeagol/gollum to Dobby. Dobby is way cuter.
I started reading LOTR last year and I returned it to the library. Now that I have time maybe I can actually finish it.
wat. Oh shit. MIND IS FUCKED.
Wait…THAT WAS THE ANSWER?! NOOOOO I FEEL LIKE A DUMBFUCK.
IT WAS SUICIDE!
WTHH! My whole life is a LIEEEE!
MY WHOLE CHILDHOOD JOKE IS BASED ON A SUICIDAL CHICKEN.
HOLY MOTHER OF MIND FUCKS
Holy. Tumblr has mind fucked me again.
OMFG WHAT?
THE CHICKEN COMMITED SUICIDE
WHAT?!?!?!?!?
Wait- SERIOUSLY?
That’s what that joke is about?
It’s a pun about death?!?!
Nothing makes sense anymore.
I remember the day I finally understood this “joke.”
NOTHING WAS EVER THE SAME.
Shit just got real.
sheeeeeeet. how did I not ever get this before D: asdfghjkl. tumblr is the ultimate in education.
oh. my. god. SHIT JUST GOT REAL!
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