I'm back. It's been a minute since I last wrote.
Since that last posting I became the mother of a teenager, zip lined, and turned the big 40. That was 2 months ago and I have to say I LOVE 40.
The purpose of this blog was to highlight the experiences on my road to this new phase in my life. I can't say I experienced a lot of different things but I can say with certainty that I grew as a person
One event that I can remember that contributed to this growth was back in August. My grandfather had a bad accident. We almost lost him. As scary as this incident was, it taught me a lot. It made me remember the importance of family. I know we say it a lot, but being that close to losing a key figure in my life was an eye opener.
When I found out he was rushed to the hospital I prayed for the opportunity to see him one more time. I had not visited him in quite some time. Fortunately, he made it through and I visit every time I go home.
While my grandfather was in the hospital I stayed with my grandmother to keep her company. I learned so much from my visit with her. I learned a lot about my dad and his childhood in Mexico. She spoke about him having polio and the discrimination they endured due to lack of education about the disease. She spoke of the poverty they endured and how she fought to nurse her son back to health. It was during this visit that I saw my grandmother as more than the woman who had plastic on the couches, with the countless nick knacks, but rather as a mother who worried about her children and a wife who kept vigil at her husband's bedside. She was me, I was her. I was a branch on her tree and I came to realize where my strength and determination came from.
Grandfather is as strong as ever and I am thankful we have more time with him. I am most thankful for the best history lesson I received from my grandmother that day.
