Matriarchal Angels: The Day of the Dead🌹

“If you see someone without a smile, give them one of yours.” – Dolly Parton

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Going to the cemetery, respecting the dead, for I am part Latino and it is tradition. I miss my angelic matriarchal trinity: my grandmother, my mother, and my sister.

I miss my grandmother, Isabella, who taught me Spanish. She loved me with all her soul and told me about living during the civil war in Spain. When I visited her in Madrid, she made me feel at home, feeding me amazing meals. Her refrigerator was empty. Every day she went to the market and bought fresh vegetables and fresh fruits that we ate that day. The refrigerator was only for leftovers.

Sadly, some poor people could not afford one, so they would reheat the leftover bean soup when they woke up, killing the germs. At the cemetery, I paid respect to my dearest grandmother. Though she was buried in Spain, I visited a local cemetery and prayed to her loving soul, crying and crying and crying. Thank you for all your love, laughter, and compassion, for I miss you so much, mi abuela. . .

🌹Rest in Peace! Rest in Peace! Rest in Peace! 🌹

I miss my dearest mother, Sue, who died of cancer at a young age in her fifties. She never saw my children, for they were born after her death, for she would have loved them with all her North Korean heart. Thousands of women came to her funeral because she was like a Queen, who loved everyone with all her heart. I have never been to a funeral with so many people. Indeed, she gave monies to women who had no husband and needed to feed their children. Some paid her back, but if they didn't, she was fine.

Praying, I was at the hospital when she died during surgery. I never cried so loud in my life, for it was as if a blade was stuck into my bleeding heart. How can my mom, my mentor, my saint, die so young? I miss her so much that I am crying now. Her ashes were dropped on the Santa Monica Beach in California, her favorite place to relax, smile and laugh. At the same cemetery, I paid my respect and brought roses of love to a random grave. I love you Mom, with all my heart. I miss you, crying, crying and dying inside. I so miss hearing your laughter my joyous mother of my heart.

🌹Rest in Peace! Rest in Peace! Rest in Peace! 🌹

Finally, I so miss my sister, Maria, for she was raped as a girl, because she looked like a beautiful blond woman and bad men noticed. She was a blond haired Asian, mixed like me. My father warned her to be careful because men might abuse her. However, one day, a man did rape her. She was never the same after that, for she could not function in life, never getting a job, having no friends, and avoiding life. Kindly, she always helped me if I needed it.

However, my sister died inside, walking alone, being depressed and compressing her heart, protecting it from demons of the night. When she died, she requested no funeral. So I went to a gravesite and randomly gave my respect. I do not know where she is buried. Her loving husband called me and told me. I went to a random grave and paid my respect to Maria, my sister, crying, crying, and crying. Why are so many women abused as children? I miss you with all my heart.

🌹Rest in Peace! Rest in Peace! Rest in Peace! 🌹

Thank you for being compassionate to me my readers. If someone loved me, I grew a new heart for them. Seeing with the eye of the hearts, I so miss the trinity of angels who cared for me: my grandmother, my mother, and my sister.

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