More Than Jesus

Blasphemous as it may sound, while most people celebrate the birth of Jesus on December 24th, there is someone else I think about and honor even more on that day: my Abuela. You see, she was born that day too.

Every year since Abuela's death has been the same. I wake up on Christmas Eve morning weepy and heavy hearted. Holidays are hard for me being so far from my family in Florida. I get homesick and lonely for them. I miss my familia. This year was no different. It's funny to me that when I'm lonely, I seek solitude. That morning, I set out to Target by myself to pick up a few last minute items for that evening's dinner and the breakfast that Guy was to cook for us the following day (Eggs Benedict, in case you're wondering). I meandered through the aisles sipping a latte from Starbucks totally inside my head thinking about Abuela. Missing her desperately. Although not in an everyday way because many miles separated us those last few years. In my head I tried to qualify just how I missed her. In speaking with my sister, Naysha, later that day, it was hard for me to express my feelings. Why I miss Abuela goes without saying. She's my beloved grandmother and that alone is reason enough, not to mention all that she did for and taught me along the way. How I miss her is a different story. I explained to my sister that I feel Abuela's constant presence in my life. And I do. So it wasn't that. And then my sister said something that captured my feelings exactly: "I miss her on this earth."  And that was it. That was really it.

I miss Abuela on this earth.

Comments

[GK]

(((Nino))) I don't know what to say other than I miss her here on earth for you.