September 11

How can we not remember?

September 11th, 2001.

The day our world changed.

The day the western hemisphere saw how vulnerable everyone is.

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I can still recall watching how the Twin Towers just fell to the ground.  Having spent my childhood in New York I was familiar with the images I was seeing on television.  But something inside me just didn’t believe what my eyes were seeing.  It didn’t even feel for real.  That day I learned what surreal really meant.

After my first shock I thought about family members who lived in the city and was worried about them.  Were they okay?  My mom called and told me that she was going to go to my kid’s school and pick them up, just in case!

Just in case of what??????

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Nobody knew for sure what would happen next.

As the day unraveled and we watched over and over how the towers fell we met terror for the very first time.

Until that day and moment we really didn’t know what it was.

I really don’t know which has become our worst tragedy; the lost of so many innocent lives that day, the subsequent loss of thousands more in far away lands because of the military conflicts that rose after 911, the loss of our innocence as a nation, the loss of our liberties through a Patriotic Act that was passed to quickly in a confused Congress session and the grief of thousands of families across the United States and the Middle East.

So, how can we not remember the awful events of September 11?

Nevertheless, right can come from wrong.  What we need to make sure is that we get our “right” right.  Which translated is a bad thing can’t become a perfect excuse to do even worse.

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Rising above the bad needs to be accomplished through good.  But, the question that hinders in my head is, would that even be possible with all the water that has passed below our bridges?

What do you think?





The Dynamic Trio

Something that concerns me lately is who is going to take care of my elderly aunts.  They are fraternal twins, one has a couple of great kids, the only problem with them is that they live in the States (one in New Jersey the other in New York) and she doesn’t want to move in with neither of them.  The other one also has a couple of kids who aren’t as great.  But, the question is still in my head, who will take care of them both?

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I usually drive them around when I have the time.  If I can’t  my mom will drive them a little bit more than around.  She’s the only out of the three of them that has a driver’s license.  Sometimes I joke with them about not to speed because if they crash between all three of them you can add  two hundred and ten years of history.  She usually get’s a little annoyed with me because she thinks she’s a teenager.

Once after they had shopped for groceries at a local supermarket they hit the supermarket’s fence and simply left (nobody had ever explained to my mom what a hit and run was).  As the story goes on, I was at my mom’s in the afternoon as I usually am and we were working on a project together, when the phone rings.  I answered it and to my surprise my aunt says, “Don’t say anything to “Comay Lucy” (that’s Spanish for co-mother, she’s also my godmother), but there are some police officers here that need to speak to us! I’m never shopping there again.”  Please, someone explain to me what does the latter have to do with what’s going on!  To top it all  the POLICE was looking for my mom.

Meet my mom! She really doesn’t look like the kind and elderly lady from morgueFile. Thanks Ivette for this picture, which was posted for my brother’s enjoyment.


She asked me who was at the phone, to which I answered.

“What happened today in Pepino (the small town where the supermarket is located)?

To which she replied with another question, Who told you?

To which I replied, “No one told me a word, but something seems to have happened because the police is looking for you, so you better get your ID and driver’s license and hop over to Madrina’s house.”

Well fast forwarding this little story, the police officer kindly suggested them to drive carefully in the future, and that they would need to address the situation of the broken fence as soon as possible, like right now.  So, I had to call the store manager, tell him that they intended to call in the morning (Did they? We will never know.), and $700.00 later they were out of the problem.

They are a funny trio, but they are getting older by the minute.  All of them have their little this and that, my mom has huge amounts of this and that, but she doesn’t worry me because she can always count on me.

People leave, they relocate, they move and that’s fine. But, what happens with their parents when they no longer can care for themselves?  Who will tend, talk, or share a cup of coffee or tea with them?

Lately I often tell my godmother, she’s going to have to consider moving in with her daughter.  To which she always answers with a  “Noooooo!  I don’t like it there, it’s cold,  and I’m alone (my cousin needs to work) so she can’t afford staying home with her mom.”  Nevertheless, when that day finally arrives I’ll miss her dearly.  On the other hand, my other aunt probably will end up in a nursing home near my own home.  I’m sure I’ll visit her frequently, but still as I watch the dynamic trio (my aunts and Mom) my heart is full of worries because I really don’t know what will be the end of their stories.

I only hope it’s as good as their lives (with all the good and not so good)  have been!

Memoirs of Carlos's Liver Transplant

“Siempre llueve sobre lo mojado”

Sometimes my husband likes to say,  “siempre llueve sobre lo mojado.”  Which literally means it always rains over what is  already wet.  This is a way of saying that whatever is bad per se is always bound to turn worse.

When whatever is bad turns to awful, it’s more than sure it will get on your nerves like it does on mine!

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We’ve lived through a couple of rain storms and have survived, but sometimes like my husband says you kind of get tired of always running into more trouble.  

One of the storms I just mentioned occurred shortly after coming back from New York (a couple of weeks after moving back into our home) the measles came to give us a visit.  My daughter was in Kinder and my two boys, who were than preschoolers, were at home with me. 

One day she came home from school with a single dot on her forehead, my mom assured me that she thought that Stephy had measles.  You know I had to rely on her expertise because I really didn’t know much about measles (until that moment, I would become an expert fairly soon).

To move fast forward quickly, all my three children got the measles.  One just a couple around their little bodies and others all over the place (Caladryl became a household name in my home!). Nevertheless, it really didn’t worry me because all of us get measles during our childhoods and it was a milestone my own children had to go through.  To my surprise, my mother in law commented “lightly” that my husband had never had measles.   Yikes!  This is when it began raining over the already wet ground.

I wasn’t surprised at all when my husband got the measles as well. 

Here we had to deal with a completely different situation. He had end stage liver disease.

I phoned his doctor right away and he briefed me on the things I needed to be aware of (which I barely remember), and what to do if they happened.  The worst cases scenario was that we would need to request some special medication from The Red Cross (which I’m not sure if it was a medication or some plasma).  Blame my long-term memory loss to menopause!  Don’t ask me for details because I’m afraid I can’t give them to you. The thing is that we were in a bad situation that was heading to get much worse in a couple of days. 

So, what did happen after all? 

Well, to our surprise (since all of you know our great record on scoring bad things) nothing happened.  Measles came and went and he survived them.  Our dear Lord decided to stop the rain and sent us instead a beautiful rainbow.  

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 I opened my front door, waved the measles goodbye and told them to take the rain with them, and welcomed in a nice bright rainbow and pretty much enjoyed the break life gave us during a bumpy ride we were getting through during that period in our lives.