Monday, January 19, 2009

Bad News

First X's goldfish died. He was really sad about it on Sunday and cried. We flushed him down the toilet and X and O said goodbye to him. That fish was about 4-5 inches long and almost 2 years old. Then this morning I got a phone call from my mom that my grandma died. This is the grandma that lives in Guatemala, the one that raised me until I was nine and I called her Mama. She had been sick for a while so we knew it was coming but it still hurts. I really wish I could have been there to see her one last time, but I don't think I could have seen her so sick. I want to remember her how she was when I was younger. I remember her giving me baths when I was really little and making me food. Sending me out to the store to get eggs or things we needed. Giving me extra money so I could get some candy. I remember when she came to visit me here when I was 11. She got to see snow for the first time. She's very old-fashioned and refused to wear pants. So she had stockings on and her dress. She also made clothes for my dolls. She also made me a cute apron, which I still have and my kids now play with. I really wish that I had more pictures of her. I think I might make a scrapbook of the pictures I do have as a way to remember her.

2 comments:

sue said...

sorry to hear about your grandma...and x's fish...you and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.

Stacy said...

I'm so sorry about your grandmother, Celeste. I remember you talking about her all the time when we were younger (her and the white cat, I forgot the cat's name). She was at your wedding as well, right? I thought I remembered you doing your vows to Dan in Spanish, I thought that was for her.

I hope you and your mother (and the rest of your family, of course) are holding up okay. You are in my thoughts. And yeah, I think a scrapbook would be an excellent idea, I'm sure your kids would love it when they get older.



~ Stacy

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