https://wp.me/p6kdp4-62 Another point of view of my mom's condition and cancer battle. My sister is going through hell, and like my mom, there's not much I can do to save her other than love them harder...
Many times I have alluded to my mom's military approach to our upbringing and her inherent drive to succeed despite being a woman in a position of power. There is an element of her personality that made her adept for this path that I rarely mention, her grit, a trait that she boldly instilled in... Continue Reading →
Memories. That's all I see around me. The places I used to go. The person I used to be. I wander, as a stranger in my own land, letting each recollection guide me to a better place, To where childhood dreams were full of wonder; a time when everything was possible. Instead, what remains is... Continue Reading →
She can't cook. She can't read. She can't drive. I know she needs some type of neurological rehabilitation routine but the doctors haven't addressed this portion of her care. Because of the politics of the hospital, the culture of no worries in the Island and the hurricanes, we feel she would be better off with... Continue Reading →
"Lilo is coming?" She kept asking me about my sister as she stalled for time to remember my name. The gorgeous smile that came with that question had a hint of quiet apprehension, because I wasn't supposed to be there. My presence wasn't unwelcomed, nevertheless she must have realized something was awry. "Do you know... Continue Reading →
62 years. Is this all we get? She was supposed to grow old and gray. Maybe even die peacefully in her sleep at age 102, after reaping the rewards of the years she saved for retirement, for our colleges. Damn, she even saved for the grandkids that life never meant to deny her; the children... Continue Reading →