Death

Death

 

 

 

 

This word was unfamiliar to me growing up.  I really never thought about death until my grandmother from my mom's side passed away. I was 18 years old and I did not know how to process it. It was the first time that a loss of a person impacted my whole family. We had heard of people passing away but never close to us. For years my parents had tried to bring my grandmother to the U.S. and in 2009 that wish had come true. Only to have her pass away in front of the Miami airport. At that point I closed myself off and went along with the funeral preparations.  I had never seen so many people cry. I had never seen my mother in so much distress. To be completely honest I have yet to accept the death. Since I didn’t see the funeral because my mother send the body back to Mexico to be properly buried there is like she never passed away.

 

 

 

 

I have yet to return to Mexico and frankly I do not think I would. At least not to my parents’ hometown. Her house was the first house we would arrive to. Going back would have to force me to accept it. The same for my father's mother who died a few years later. I guess when it comes to death I am not so accepting.