Thursday, June 30, 2011

206. Heartbroken

Funerals are a beating. The first one I went to was for one of my best guy friends, Joe, who lived down the street. He died our freshman year of college in a car accident. I cried and hiccuped and shook through the entire thing, especially when they showed the slideshow of photos of his adorable smiling face. He was always smiling.

So was Abuela. She was always smiling and laughing and asking us to play Pokino with her. But there was nothing to laugh about at her funeral. Abuelo had thrown himself over the open casket, collapsed over Abuela's body while he mumbled something in Spanish through his tears. He was broken. Heartbroken.

I wasn't upset that Abeula had passed away. It was her time. She was old and frail and the dementia had already taken parts of my sweet Abuela away. She was somewhere better. Somewhere where she could be whole and strong and 100 percent her. Her death wasn't what had me in tears. I was doing OK until I pictured Cayden in there. What would I do if I lost Cayden and that was his body lying unnmoving in that casket? I would have thrown myself inside the casket, cuddled up next to his lifeless body and begged someone to bring him back to life. Therefore, my tears were Abuelo's tears.

Maybe if Cayden had been there, I wouldn't have pictured him in the casket. I would have been able to cuddle up next to his warm, lively body and let him hold me through the service.

As I mentioned once before, Cayden had been in a long-distance relationship once before. One of the main reasons it ended was because his girlfriend's grandfather had died, and he couldn't be there for her because he was in the military. She couldn't get over that, and he couldn't get over feeling helpless.

A small part of Cayden feared that history was about to repeat itself when I told him about Abuela. I wouldn't let that happen. As nice as it would have been to have him there to comfort me, I didn't need him. I wanted him, yes, but I had my friends, my family, and a lot of Spanish speaking relatives I didn't remember meeting before.

Yesterday was the funeral. Tomorrow, Cayden lands at DFW airport. I finally get my man back. It's been two months since I last saw him. Despite the depressing week, I'm going to be the happiest girl in the world tomorrow.





4 comments:

  1. I miss your posts! I hope you and your family (especially your Abuelo) are coping and beginning to heal. My grandma raised me until I was about 13, and I lost her a year ago. It was one of the toughest times in my life. Best wishes to you!

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  2. Where are ya whit? I hope all is well.

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  3. Meg, Im so sorry to hear that! It's never easy, I guess. But we're doing well!

    Sweetcandian- I'm still here! Sorry for the delay. I didn't realize how much sleep I was losing when I was staying up late every night to blog. So now I've been enjoying my sleep. But I'll give up these Zzzs soon and get back to blogging. I promise!

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  4. I miss your story, but i don't blame ya, ty for the update. I do not use twitter so could not catch ya there lol

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