En honor a la vida/ In honor of life

*Mr. Ma I understand this is an english class but I would like to do this blog in spanish. I will translate it.*(later)

Hoy amanecimos con una noticia debastadora. A las seis de la manana Enrique, mi esposo, recivio una llamada. Era su primo, uno de los mas sercanos, desgaciadamente su hermano fallecio. Gerardo, en paz descanze, era un muchacho joven, fuerte, todo parecia ir muy bien. Nadie sabia que el padeciera de alguna enfermedad. Pero solo amanecio su cuerpo. Cuando Nelly me dijo lo que sucedia no lo pude creer. Muchas cosas pasaron por mi mente, talvez un accidente, nose algo que pudiera explicar como alguien de tan solo 26 anos pudo morir. Nadie se lo explica. Aun siento mi cuerpo pesado es una sensacion inexplicable. Aun no lo puedo entender. Esta situacion me trajo muchas emociones; tristesa, incertidumbre, desgaste emocional. El no era familiar mio directamente pero el echo de haberlo conocido me emfrenta a la realidad de la vida y la muerte. Todos sabemos que algun dia tenemos que morir y lo entendemos pero no lo asimilamos. Siempre esperamos que llegue y no lastime o almenos no nos imaginamos el dolor. Nunca planeamos mas aya del hoy, vivimos ignorando que ese dia llegara. Es ilogico vivir asi y aun asi lo hacemos. Yo se que es undolor muy grande para su familia imediata y sin haber antes vivido una situacion asi me lo puedo imaginar. Me pregunto porque en un momento asi nos lamentamos tanto? Porque no recordamos las cosas buenas de la persona? Porque dejamos que la obscuridad opaque tantos anos de claridad? si ya sabemos que ese dia llegara. El echo de hacerme estas pregutas no quiere decir que lo comprenda, pero porque es asi? Porque tiene que ser asi? Si tenemos alguna inclinacion religiosa sabemos que la distancia es temporal y que al final nos reencontraremos. Se del dolor de saber, que deja tantas cosas incorcretas. Que lo mas logico seria que alguien mayor muriera alguien que ya ha vivido, pero no es asi. Por esta razon siento tanta incertidumbre nadie sabe hasta cuando vas a estar con tus seres queridos. De algo si estoy segura cuado yo muera no quiero que se lamenten, ni que vistan de negro. En honor a la vida quiero que todos vistan de blanco y que enlugar de llorar y lamentarse recuerden los momentos alegres de mi vida. Que celebren mi vida no lamenten mi muerte.

Today we woke up to tragic news. Enrique, my husband, received a call at six in the morning from one of his closest cousins. His cousin's older brother had died. Gerardo, who may rest in peace, was a strong young guy. Everything seemed to be going well. No one was aware of him having any type of disease or complications; he was healthy. But on his bed only his body was found in the morning. When Nelly told me what was going on, I could not believe it. Many things went through my mind. I tried to find an explanation, an accident, something that could explain how someone so young could have died. No one can explain it. I still feel my body heavy with an inexplicable sensation. I still can accept it. This situation brought many feelings; sadness, uncertainty, and such an emotional weariness. He was not my immediate relative, but the fact that I knew him, puts me face to face with reality; life and death. We all know that we have to die; we understand it but not assimilate it. We expect life to end without pain, or at least we never think about the pain death brings with itself. We don’t plan ahead of today, we live ignoring that that day will arrive. It is illogical to live this way, yet we still do it. I know it is a tremendous pain for his immediate family. I have never gone through such situation, but I can imagine the pain. I can’t help but to ask myself; why do we lament so much in a situation like this? Why can’t we think about the good aspects of that person, and all the good things he left behind? Why do we let one moment of darkness opaque so many years of clarity? If we know that day has to and will arrive. The fact that I ask myself such questions does not mean I understand. But, why is it like this? Why does it have to be this way? If we have any type of religious believes, we know the distance in not permanent and that we will be together again. I know that the biggest concern is that he leaves so many things undone. The most logical would be that someone older would die first, someone that has already lived his life. This is why I feel such uncertainty. No one know when is going to be the last time you are going to be with your loved ones. Of one thing I’m sure; when I die, I don’t what anyone to lament on what could have been nor that they dress in black. In honor of life, I want everyone to dress in white. Instead of crying and lamenting my death I would like everyone to remember the happiest moments in my life. Celebrate my life, don’t lament my death.

It was really hard to translate!!!!

Little drama princess

Zidtzielia

This is my little princess a real girly girl. She is one year old and she acts like a true little girl, it amazes me how she is. Enrique, my husband, always says that you have to treat girls and boys equally; meaning that you can't over protect a girl just because she is a girl. She has to be able to run, jump, fall and get up on her own just like boys. So we have done that since she was born. But she is so girly, everything she does is what a girl would do. She is cautious, she loves dresses, she gives drama like no other. It has to be her way and their is no highway. She likes to wear things around her neck and on her head, what ever she finds she'll wear. She lets her aunts do what ever they want to her as long as it involves make up or nail polish. I know she is too young for this, how does she know what make up is? You tell me. She sees us do it, but Enriquito, my son, would too and he never let us mess with him. This is why she amazes me she is only one and you can tell she is a girl. I don't like my sisters putting make up on her or nail polish but they do it once in a while and Zidtzi loves it. She goes up to you and flashes you with her hand and says hui, hui imitating a whistle. We always whistle at her because she likes it, so when ever she needs to be whistled at she lets us know. She also loves to dance, if you want to keep her happy the radio is your best choice. She still doesn't know much and I can already see trouble.

Zidtzielia in the mythology of the Polish and Silesian was the goddess of love.

I am a proud parent all I do is think about my kids. They make me who I am and everything I do is for them, so you will be hearing alot about them.