Name three life-changing Experiences You Went Through and Explain why you chose Those Experiences in particular.
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Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Mini Cars Playstation 2
Writer's Block: Life Changing Experiences
Three experiences that have changed my life ... When my mother remarried, I knew at that time reached the tranquility that I wanted, had always been my mom and me and when she said she planned to marry again I felt very happy for her and calm, I to be more confident in myself because I knew there was someone else who supported me. Every day I love it with my two brothers (both born in the remarriage of my mother) my brother 4 years is a lovely boy, very hyperactive, but do not let a day pass without saying 'I love you', I'm so lucky ...
The day I went to college, because most of my 20 years of life I wanted to be a doctor, the day I entered the Faculty of Medicine, it was like I had opened the door to the possibility of knowing that he could make a dream I have since I was little, I was an adult, powerful, smart, part of something that very few could participate, was so good ... Now, every hard day at school, each Once the doctor tells me something I do not like or that I am going wrong in a test, I think of that day and reassured me because I remember that time at 7 am when life changed for me.
The third experience that changed my life was the death of my Uncle Angel, because it made me realize how fragile we are as human beings and the fragility of our lives. I first realized how much I love my family and then I realized the fear that gives me think that something will happen, because a loss for me was enough, I felt so sad and so desperately did not know how to act or what to do.
It changed my life because I realized that tomorrow I can go, and my parents would suffer a lot, my friends too, that he would have said enough to my mom how much I love and how much it means to me, I would go with intranquillidad I would go knowing that I still had much to live.
After that, each day that passes and I think my two uncles, thank you for another day, to laugh with my friends, learning at school, being with my brothers and my parents, I thank you for the opportunity that still I have and try not to waste it ... That's all
Steph
How Long Before I Can See The Results Of Zumba
fortuitos Angeles.
sometimes the more confused we are, there are little angels who decorate and guide our way, sometimes spend fleeting in our lives, but leave us feeling that we are never alone.
never knew the real name of the angel that I met, I think so far that your name is "Y", your life seemed to me from the beginning and mystery lie in the end, but still, we treat it as if we met for quite some time, the little flashes of magic are always in place that will never expect them. It's what you were, a flash I could not and did not want to capture in detail, but helped me understand that it is impossible to be alone on a planet called Earth.
recommendation in any corner of this world will always find an angel or miracle around the corner, but beware, do not get captured, they are free and sometimes ethereal.
sometimes the more confused we are, there are little angels who decorate and guide our way, sometimes spend fleeting in our lives, but leave us feeling that we are never alone.
never knew the real name of the angel that I met, I think so far that your name is "Y", your life seemed to me from the beginning and mystery lie in the end, but still, we treat it as if we met for quite some time, the little flashes of magic are always in place that will never expect them. It's what you were, a flash I could not and did not want to capture in detail, but helped me understand that it is impossible to be alone on a planet called Earth.
recommendation in any corner of this world will always find an angel or miracle around the corner, but beware, do not get captured, they are free and sometimes ethereal.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Do You Have Nice Breasts?
Berlin, Berlin, I am going to Berlin
start again with small solitary excursion to Berlin. The output camapanazo was to a certain afternoon in the company of some very good hosts, about a place she witnessed a sample of incomprehension towards a culture and the swaying of the horses and cars to go.
Then, I ventured alone to Berlin to meet my fate, with a camera and a crumpled map gave me a detailed explanation of which was to visit, like a good tourist was to photograph the famous door quietly.
Note that a day earlier, said goodbye to a dear friend to visit my dear motherland and some days prior to this incursion, a friend who was leaving the wonderful Havana. Suddenly my phone rings, great company that I would find, and Tomas Rosa, until that day became a colorful presence is so dear as "The Queen"
Now walk together, including talk talk and enjoying a sunny afternoon in Berlin.
start again with small solitary excursion to Berlin. The output camapanazo was to a certain afternoon in the company of some very good hosts, about a place she witnessed a sample of incomprehension towards a culture and the swaying of the horses and cars to go.
Then, I ventured alone to Berlin to meet my fate, with a camera and a crumpled map gave me a detailed explanation of which was to visit, like a good tourist was to photograph the famous door quietly.
Note that a day earlier, said goodbye to a dear friend to visit my dear motherland and some days prior to this incursion, a friend who was leaving the wonderful Havana. Suddenly my phone rings, great company that I would find, and Tomas Rosa, until that day became a colorful presence is so dear as "The Queen"
Now walk together, including talk talk and enjoying a sunny afternoon in Berlin
Among socialist monuments, green transport, we went in to the democratic party of Germany (DDR), of course, without losing the tenderness .. ..
the end I went back to the adventures of walking alone in the company of Berlin, which was an inalienable girl woke up in my curiosity and wonder.
At the end of this hike I decided to take up the idea of my trip to this city, try to rediscover this feeling with the same decision and recall the intention of this expedition.
Understanding that was to take a break from the hustle that left one day to lose a sleeping bag, travel and other adventures unknown car that made the trip memorable, I woke with the intention of meeting culturally Berlin. Deep into the foundations of a foreign civilization on foreign soil who offered their delicacies to the outsider.
Returning
loneliness which was to make presence on this trip, I met someone who offered me an umbrella when the rain increased, and a company when least wanted (some day will visit Switzerland), we return from a visit to Salvador Dali with a leave of exhibitions, to the ideal that sought to take the sketches of the tribute to the Jews.
Among comings and goings of Banh, lost orientation to the destinations you would, sometimes walking aimlessly, with the idea of only capture Berlin always reaching the same point ............ the Hbf
After reaching the conclusion that it was time to give me an appointment with Knut, who was to meet this creature had awakened nationalism in this country, I wanted to belong to the gpo of millions who have visited the hideout of an icon of Berlin.
the end I went back to the adventures of walking alone in the company of Berlin, which was an inalienable girl woke up in my curiosity and wonder.
At the end of this hike I decided to take up the idea of my trip to this city, try to rediscover this feeling with the same decision and recall the intention of this expedition.
Understanding that was to take a break from the hustle that left one day to lose a sleeping bag, travel and other adventures unknown car that made the trip memorable, I woke with the intention of meeting culturally Berlin. Deep into the foundations of a foreign civilization on foreign soil who offered their delicacies to the outsider.
Returning
loneliness which was to make presence on this trip, I met someone who offered me an umbrella when the rain increased, and a company when least wanted (some day will visit Switzerland), we return from a visit to Salvador Dali with a leave of exhibitions, to the ideal that sought to take the sketches of the tribute to the Jews.
Among comings and goings of Banh, lost orientation to the destinations you would, sometimes walking aimlessly, with the idea of only capture Berlin always reaching the same point ............ the Hbf
After reaching the conclusion that it was time to give me an appointment with Knut, who was to meet this creature had awakened nationalism in this country, I wanted to belong to the gpo of millions who have visited the hideout of an icon of Berlin.
At the time, distracted walking in my thoughts, I met an angel that saved my life, or at least a hit by a truck at 40 km / hour, the angels appear in different ways, but he did like a lightning hitting me squarely on the chest to stop the last step towards a futile fate, there is a beautiful picture, but deserved draw making my savior (the middle of the sample). Someone had been attacked by a pigeon, as in my case I was saved by it.
Knut at the output I found too many curiosities, including an aquarium, only reminds me of one of the hobbies I leave and I return, but without being able to split from the .
In the last hours of my trip to Berlin decided to make the catch that I had decided to take ....
And I appreciate a lot the superb hospitality of my hosts Meltem and Johannes, I hope to see them again. Again I tell you, thanks.
In the last hours of my trip to Berlin decided to make the catch that I had decided to take ....
And I appreciate a lot the superb hospitality of my hosts Meltem and Johannes, I hope to see them again. Again I tell you, thanks.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Kates Playground Account Info
She felt the moment float
In memoriam
Mors Syphilitica, uno de los matrimonios americanos (junto a Faith & The Muse) que más aportó a la música "oscura" (a falta de mejor nombre) en los noventa.
In memoriam
Mors Syphilitica, uno de los matrimonios americanos (junto a Faith & The Muse) que más aportó a la música "oscura" (a falta de mejor nombre) en los noventa.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Where To Find Wax Underwear
So Sad ... Good Bye Heath
's really hard to talk about what makes us feel bad, or what causes us pain.
The past weeks have been so surreal, so ... I do not know how to explain.
I come from a very peculiar. The family from my mom feel more mine than anyone, because my parents divorced when I was 3 years old and I lived with my grandparents and my uncles practically the first 5 years of my life, and then when I was 15 years I returned to the house.
My mom comes from a family of 10 children, including herself. Eight women and two men. It is a relatively young family, my grandparents have none over 65 years. My aunt, the largest has only 40 and the youngest was 27.
grew up with the last 2 brothers from my mom, Carlos took me 7 years and Angel who took me 9. I always felt comfortable with them, I saw more and more like my brothers and my uncles, even now that I no longer live there, saw them as my friends.
As I said, we are a very peculiar family, because, though many (we are 18 grandchildren in total and counting), we are very close, especially my aunts, my mom's sisters. In my immediate family are my mom, my stepfather, my two brothers (a 4 month old, and Charlie, 4 years old) and me.
However, last year our ties were severely tested ...
My Uncle Angel was a great person, I do not ever have seen him angry, sad yes, but I never addressed a word offensive or hurtful in the 20 years I knew him. He was the prototype of what I thought all guy should be, was handsome and I always made her propaganda with beautiful girls I knew, was very intelligent, had good taste in clothes, a really cool character and a passion for fast cars and beautiful, also liked motorcycles and I remember when I was small, He said that one day I was having a Carraro and I would take him to spin. He fulfilled his promises, more than once I took a ride on his motorcycle and his yellow Corvette, then bought a Mustang 40 Anniversary and I was the only one of all his nieces to whom you lend your car without thinking. Here is one of their bikes.
As I said, last year we tested all my family and me.
One Friday morning we woke up the radio call from one of my uncles, Carlos, shouted desperately Angel was my mom had an accident, Mama, Carlos (my stepfather) and I got scared so much. Mom and Charles were at that time to the accident site, and I can safely say that he had never been so afraid. Trying to contact my uncle Carlos again to ask for Angel, if he was OK, what happened, but nobody answered. Then I talked to one of my aunts, who was already on the scene, and she was upset worse, I could not speak well and cried a lot.
I knew something was wrong when I heard so .
I'm Catholic, so initially because I was raised, now my conviction, and in that moment I began to pray all I knew. I knew something had happened, something bad and did not know who else to turn. I communicate at but nobody said anything until I spoke with the husband of one of my aunts, and told me that Angel had suffered a very serious accident that had died. I remember at first not taken it, I cried a lot and prayed even more.
That day I saw my family and had never seen, I saw my mother mourn for his brother as if one of his sons, in a way it was, my grandparents worked hard and girls made larger by of young children. My grandparents, when she saw her son on the coffin lost their sanity, my grandfather, who always saw it as a very composed, that day, to his most beloved son, who was called as he, who brought him business and their confidence, their first son, that day my grandfather collapsed. My grandmother cried inconsolably and ask forgiveness for not having understood, have been bad the night before my uncle had fought and Angel went well.
I never felt that they say hurts you soul, to me it does hurt. The sadness of his departure and the way he went, rumbling in my head and make me think of how little we are in our lives are insignificant to our destination. In the Mass, my grandmother took the microphone and toward all God told 'We surrender to our son, we know we gave it a short time and now you take it, stay with him, enlighten them with your light ... ' I remember thinking that parents should not bury their children, which should be the other way, we kids, say goodbye to our parents and let them go, knowing that we'll be okay and that they will be even better because it gave us life every day that we were with them ... But this ....
When we the cemetery, to say goodbye to Angel, his girlfriend of 10 years, the girl he was getting married, mariachis took him and sang 'Love Eternal', ever hear that song without thinking about them two, how much they wanted and everything I missed live. We were all around the casket and all I could think was, 'Angel, cuidanos much, do not leave us alone', inconsolable my grandparents and my aunts and my mother screaming at her brother not to go, my uncle Charles, the youngest , Alida and her friend, the baby of the family that was always one step behind him, he only said 'I told you so carnal ... I told you so. "Carnal several people use it here in Mexico to go to his brothers ...
I know I should make things as explicit, but only so I can let out the sadness that overwhelms me every time he comes to my mind that day ...
After that, well, it was very difficult to start, I remember that was un'mes to the entrance exam to university and could not think of anything other than Angel and how much I missed, I miss him, but thought better before deviate completely and remembered how much he supported me in life so I follow my dream, never let him go, he wanted to be a pilot but could not because he had dislocated his shoulder several times and could not fly a plane well, rather than pursue his dream, he studied law degree, and I think it was the best he could do, because he helped many people, more than once, worked without being paid, and always looking for others before himself. So I put the batteries and kept studying (here in San Luis is the best school of Medicine of Mexico, and I want to be a doctor, so other than going While high school, you have to prepare for one of the toughest entrance exams. 1300 people take the test, only 132 fall) and presented the test.
beating. I had made a deal with my uncle Carlos, if I walked into medicine, he was going to give the Mustang in an afternoon. He also kept his promise, and drove the car around with a smile on his face, reminding Angel, and saying out loud that my dream was beginning, my uncle Carlos was very excited about what he had achieved ...
year progressed and gradually things took a slightly normal course of our lives will never be the same without Angel, so it's normal as far as possible. My mom had a beautiful baby girl in December and we all filled with joy, although it was slightly overshadowed because my sister was born with respiratory failure and was 15 days in intensive care, but went well.
The day the child was born, my uncle Carlos I called my mom at night, my stepfather and I were still in the hospital with her, and said 'I love you carnal (hahaha), congratulations on your baby 'the uniqueness of this is that my uncle could barely speak as he was taken after he confessed that he had come to celebrate with his friends the arrival of his new niece.
Of all my uncles and aunts, Carlos has always been the most problematic in some ways, I think he liked attention, especially because it was the darling of my grandmother, she loved him, loves him. My aunts constantly fought with him because he had problems mortified my grandmother, although she did not complain, we knew that she cared much for him.
After the death of Angel, Carlos changed a lot, get angry very often, not talking to anyone, and we knew he wanted to take the place of Angel, who had always been concerned at all, say for all because more than one Once I got in a fight to me and everyone in the family, and it looks like my Uncle Charlie felt the responsibility to do the same, to take care of my grandparents and the problems that arose suddenly, that all was well at home, things like that. But one could feel like that I was winning the game to my uncle, he took more often and would get very angry about anything, but had its moments, like coming home from my grandmother on a Sunday afternoon (when we all gather here ) with a box of popsicles for everyone, a smile on your face and just saying 'Here I brought you, choose', I became a consummate fan of the cutter blades, and my birthday, right in November arrived with a bag full of pallets of strawberries just for me ...
My mom and I have always been very close, as only a mother and daughter can be, especially when no dad ... So more than once, confident that we have, we comment on how sad he looked my uncle Carlos ...
These Easter holidays, we were my mother, my stepfather, my siblings and I, to a beach, Acapulco, and we spent a very enjoyable holiday, I remember more than once have thought, that although the school is very difficult (as the devil, are the first vacation I appreciate the simple fact that they leave) the life we were smiling and was letting us have a little happiness and peace after everything we went last year.
My mom had an abortion in early 2007, then my parents went to USA with my brother, the plan was to stay there for a year, had left in February, but just four months later, they returned. My stepfather had left with permission to work there, all legally, my mom and my brother too, but the things I had promised my stepfather, and he was getting things were totally different things, I stayed in Mexico studying and stranger every day were not, they returned three weeks before it happened about my Uncle Angel. After Angel, all was well, or at least as well as could be. Then, near the end of the year, we had to see my sister struggling newborn to stay alive, I was in mortal danger for being premature, the truth is that I prayed for that end of the year.
So returning from the Easter holidays, we were preparing to continue the week of Easter, also resting. And it happened.
On Monday morning, my step-father, also named Carlos, came to my house with a face of concern and fear, and asked, 'What happened? "
'A disgrace ... " and I remember thinking, 'No please, no'
'Your Uncle Carlos ...'
'No please, it's not ...'
'had an accident on the road from Tampico, and died. "
was standing in the middle of my room with my mouth open not knowing what to say, what to do, this could not be happening, not again, not now. We agreed not to tell my mom to know what to do, my grandmother and my aunts had gone to the town where the body of my uncle, had a small hope that it was not him, were 4 people in the truck, my uncle Carlos , a friend, the wife of his friend and their daughter, a girl no older than 5 years. I had told Charles that two people had survived, there was a dead man and girl somehow hoped that my uncle was not him, even though they had already confirmed.
one of my aunts came to my house, Ma Elena, she is pregnant, and nobody had said anything to her, so when she called her husband (who had gone with my grandmother and my other aunts), my aunt altered much, he said he was going crazy not knowing anything, so my uncle said, and my mom heard I was up with the baby and the son of my aunt and my brother.
The cry of my mother and my aunt was something I will never forget 'No he did not! Also he did not! " and I just could hug my sister and mourn while they shouted, my aunt told again and again "God does not haciedo this may be because it rages against us, 'cause my mom !?!', inconsolable crying and my brother I wanted to go see it, I remember being asked,' They are killing my mother? "I think at that time my mom felt like she was being killed, more than once I had talked of how he helped when I was little girl to care for 'Carlillos' who had cared for since he was a baby, other children had left and this time there was nothing to comfort us, there were no words to explain.
I stayed with my brothers most of the time, while my mom was at the funeral home with my grandparents and my aunts, and while he was with children, was quiet, I thought that my uncle Charles is better as is with Angel, always a step after him, and in peace and without sorrow. When I went to say goodbye to him at the funeral, I promised a couple of things, but it broke my heart to see her daughter. He had a 6 year old girl, lived for a time in union with the girl and her mother, but things did not work. It gave me even more sad because my uncle also had a daughter Angel, 12, was with us the high school sweetheart, and the family knew at the funeral of it.
The two children were left without their parents and it breaks my heart. My grandparents took leave of him, just as they did with Angel, returning it to God and asking him to illuminate. Somehow it feels different, because at least we are certain that there are dponde want, somewhere in the sky, they are together.
conclude that thinking about them, and probably, knowing how I met them, must be in heaven laughing at how much we do battle, saying 'Esque not realize that we are better?' I know, I can almost hear, I think of them with a smile, together, my uncle Carlos scolding probably angels, 'I can not do anything without me follow the steps, right? " and from there we are watching.
I feel better off because he had not told anyone this, probably nobody knows anyway, but at least now I got it.
Carlos
Here is a charreada. ADIOS
boys, I'll miss, but we will soon know it is.
's really hard to talk about what makes us feel bad, or what causes us pain.
The past weeks have been so surreal, so ... I do not know how to explain.
I come from a very peculiar. The family from my mom feel more mine than anyone, because my parents divorced when I was 3 years old and I lived with my grandparents and my uncles practically the first 5 years of my life, and then when I was 15 years I returned to the house.
My mom comes from a family of 10 children, including herself. Eight women and two men. It is a relatively young family, my grandparents have none over 65 years. My aunt, the largest has only 40 and the youngest was 27.
grew up with the last 2 brothers from my mom, Carlos took me 7 years and Angel who took me 9. I always felt comfortable with them, I saw more and more like my brothers and my uncles, even now that I no longer live there, saw them as my friends.
As I said, we are a very peculiar family, because, though many (we are 18 grandchildren in total and counting), we are very close, especially my aunts, my mom's sisters. In my immediate family are my mom, my stepfather, my two brothers (a 4 month old, and Charlie, 4 years old) and me.
However, last year our ties were severely tested ...
My Uncle Angel was a great person, I do not ever have seen him angry, sad yes, but I never addressed a word offensive or hurtful in the 20 years I knew him. He was the prototype of what I thought all guy should be, was handsome and I always made her propaganda with beautiful girls I knew, was very intelligent, had good taste in clothes, a really cool character and a passion for fast cars and beautiful, also liked motorcycles and I remember when I was small, He said that one day I was having a Carraro and I would take him to spin. He fulfilled his promises, more than once I took a ride on his motorcycle and his yellow Corvette, then bought a Mustang 40 Anniversary and I was the only one of all his nieces to whom you lend your car without thinking. Here is one of their bikes.
As I said, last year we tested all my family and me.
One Friday morning we woke up the radio call from one of my uncles, Carlos, shouted desperately Angel was my mom had an accident, Mama, Carlos (my stepfather) and I got scared so much. Mom and Charles were at that time to the accident site, and I can safely say that he had never been so afraid. Trying to contact my uncle Carlos again to ask for Angel, if he was OK, what happened, but nobody answered. Then I talked to one of my aunts, who was already on the scene, and she was upset worse, I could not speak well and cried a lot.
I knew something was wrong when I heard so .
I'm Catholic, so initially because I was raised, now my conviction, and in that moment I began to pray all I knew. I knew something had happened, something bad and did not know who else to turn. I communicate at but nobody said anything until I spoke with the husband of one of my aunts, and told me that Angel had suffered a very serious accident that had died. I remember at first not taken it, I cried a lot and prayed even more.
That day I saw my family and had never seen, I saw my mother mourn for his brother as if one of his sons, in a way it was, my grandparents worked hard and girls made larger by of young children. My grandparents, when she saw her son on the coffin lost their sanity, my grandfather, who always saw it as a very composed, that day, to his most beloved son, who was called as he, who brought him business and their confidence, their first son, that day my grandfather collapsed. My grandmother cried inconsolably and ask forgiveness for not having understood, have been bad the night before my uncle had fought and Angel went well.
I never felt that they say hurts you soul, to me it does hurt. The sadness of his departure and the way he went, rumbling in my head and make me think of how little we are in our lives are insignificant to our destination. In the Mass, my grandmother took the microphone and toward all God told 'We surrender to our son, we know we gave it a short time and now you take it, stay with him, enlighten them with your light ... ' I remember thinking that parents should not bury their children, which should be the other way, we kids, say goodbye to our parents and let them go, knowing that we'll be okay and that they will be even better because it gave us life every day that we were with them ... But this ....
When we the cemetery, to say goodbye to Angel, his girlfriend of 10 years, the girl he was getting married, mariachis took him and sang 'Love Eternal', ever hear that song without thinking about them two, how much they wanted and everything I missed live. We were all around the casket and all I could think was, 'Angel, cuidanos much, do not leave us alone', inconsolable my grandparents and my aunts and my mother screaming at her brother not to go, my uncle Charles, the youngest , Alida and her friend, the baby of the family that was always one step behind him, he only said 'I told you so carnal ... I told you so. "Carnal several people use it here in Mexico to go to his brothers ...
I know I should make things as explicit, but only so I can let out the sadness that overwhelms me every time he comes to my mind that day ...
After that, well, it was very difficult to start, I remember that was un'mes to the entrance exam to university and could not think of anything other than Angel and how much I missed, I miss him, but thought better before deviate completely and remembered how much he supported me in life so I follow my dream, never let him go, he wanted to be a pilot but could not because he had dislocated his shoulder several times and could not fly a plane well, rather than pursue his dream, he studied law degree, and I think it was the best he could do, because he helped many people, more than once, worked without being paid, and always looking for others before himself. So I put the batteries and kept studying (here in San Luis is the best school of Medicine of Mexico, and I want to be a doctor, so other than going While high school, you have to prepare for one of the toughest entrance exams. 1300 people take the test, only 132 fall) and presented the test.
beating. I had made a deal with my uncle Carlos, if I walked into medicine, he was going to give the Mustang in an afternoon. He also kept his promise, and drove the car around with a smile on his face, reminding Angel, and saying out loud that my dream was beginning, my uncle Carlos was very excited about what he had achieved ...
year progressed and gradually things took a slightly normal course of our lives will never be the same without Angel, so it's normal as far as possible. My mom had a beautiful baby girl in December and we all filled with joy, although it was slightly overshadowed because my sister was born with respiratory failure and was 15 days in intensive care, but went well.
The day the child was born, my uncle Carlos I called my mom at night, my stepfather and I were still in the hospital with her, and said 'I love you carnal (hahaha), congratulations on your baby 'the uniqueness of this is that my uncle could barely speak as he was taken after he confessed that he had come to celebrate with his friends the arrival of his new niece.
Of all my uncles and aunts, Carlos has always been the most problematic in some ways, I think he liked attention, especially because it was the darling of my grandmother, she loved him, loves him. My aunts constantly fought with him because he had problems mortified my grandmother, although she did not complain, we knew that she cared much for him.
After the death of Angel, Carlos changed a lot, get angry very often, not talking to anyone, and we knew he wanted to take the place of Angel, who had always been concerned at all, say for all because more than one Once I got in a fight to me and everyone in the family, and it looks like my Uncle Charlie felt the responsibility to do the same, to take care of my grandparents and the problems that arose suddenly, that all was well at home, things like that. But one could feel like that I was winning the game to my uncle, he took more often and would get very angry about anything, but had its moments, like coming home from my grandmother on a Sunday afternoon (when we all gather here ) with a box of popsicles for everyone, a smile on your face and just saying 'Here I brought you, choose', I became a consummate fan of the cutter blades, and my birthday, right in November arrived with a bag full of pallets of strawberries just for me ...
My mom and I have always been very close, as only a mother and daughter can be, especially when no dad ... So more than once, confident that we have, we comment on how sad he looked my uncle Carlos ...
These Easter holidays, we were my mother, my stepfather, my siblings and I, to a beach, Acapulco, and we spent a very enjoyable holiday, I remember more than once have thought, that although the school is very difficult (as the devil, are the first vacation I appreciate the simple fact that they leave) the life we were smiling and was letting us have a little happiness and peace after everything we went last year.
My mom had an abortion in early 2007, then my parents went to USA with my brother, the plan was to stay there for a year, had left in February, but just four months later, they returned. My stepfather had left with permission to work there, all legally, my mom and my brother too, but the things I had promised my stepfather, and he was getting things were totally different things, I stayed in Mexico studying and stranger every day were not, they returned three weeks before it happened about my Uncle Angel. After Angel, all was well, or at least as well as could be. Then, near the end of the year, we had to see my sister struggling newborn to stay alive, I was in mortal danger for being premature, the truth is that I prayed for that end of the year.
So returning from the Easter holidays, we were preparing to continue the week of Easter, also resting. And it happened.
On Monday morning, my step-father, also named Carlos, came to my house with a face of concern and fear, and asked, 'What happened? "
'A disgrace ... " and I remember thinking, 'No please, no'
'Your Uncle Carlos ...'
'No please, it's not ...'
'had an accident on the road from Tampico, and died. "
was standing in the middle of my room with my mouth open not knowing what to say, what to do, this could not be happening, not again, not now. We agreed not to tell my mom to know what to do, my grandmother and my aunts had gone to the town where the body of my uncle, had a small hope that it was not him, were 4 people in the truck, my uncle Carlos , a friend, the wife of his friend and their daughter, a girl no older than 5 years. I had told Charles that two people had survived, there was a dead man and girl somehow hoped that my uncle was not him, even though they had already confirmed.
one of my aunts came to my house, Ma Elena, she is pregnant, and nobody had said anything to her, so when she called her husband (who had gone with my grandmother and my other aunts), my aunt altered much, he said he was going crazy not knowing anything, so my uncle said, and my mom heard I was up with the baby and the son of my aunt and my brother.
The cry of my mother and my aunt was something I will never forget 'No he did not! Also he did not! " and I just could hug my sister and mourn while they shouted, my aunt told again and again "God does not haciedo this may be because it rages against us, 'cause my mom !?!', inconsolable crying and my brother I wanted to go see it, I remember being asked,' They are killing my mother? "I think at that time my mom felt like she was being killed, more than once I had talked of how he helped when I was little girl to care for 'Carlillos' who had cared for since he was a baby, other children had left and this time there was nothing to comfort us, there were no words to explain.
I stayed with my brothers most of the time, while my mom was at the funeral home with my grandparents and my aunts, and while he was with children, was quiet, I thought that my uncle Charles is better as is with Angel, always a step after him, and in peace and without sorrow. When I went to say goodbye to him at the funeral, I promised a couple of things, but it broke my heart to see her daughter. He had a 6 year old girl, lived for a time in union with the girl and her mother, but things did not work. It gave me even more sad because my uncle also had a daughter Angel, 12, was with us the high school sweetheart, and the family knew at the funeral of it.
The two children were left without their parents and it breaks my heart. My grandparents took leave of him, just as they did with Angel, returning it to God and asking him to illuminate. Somehow it feels different, because at least we are certain that there are dponde want, somewhere in the sky, they are together.
conclude that thinking about them, and probably, knowing how I met them, must be in heaven laughing at how much we do battle, saying 'Esque not realize that we are better?' I know, I can almost hear, I think of them with a smile, together, my uncle Carlos scolding probably angels, 'I can not do anything without me follow the steps, right? " and from there we are watching.
I feel better off because he had not told anyone this, probably nobody knows anyway, but at least now I got it.
Carlos
Here is a charreada. ADIOS boys, I'll miss, but we will soon know it is.
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