One year

Today marks one yr of my buelitos death, Benito Olvera Isais. We went to Rio Bravo, Tamps to go visit his grave and take some flowers and coronas. The day was gloomy and it rained on us when we were there. My mom said, "Esta lloviendo porque su buelito esta feliz que lo vinimos a visitar" Last yr on this day, it was also raining, and my mother said, " El mundo llora junto con nosotros." I never knew what it was to lose someone until last yr, and sometimes i still think that my grandfather isnt dead, he is just in a very deep sleep.

My mom and I stopped going for about 5 months to Rio Bravo to visit la familia, cuz every time we went there, we came back crying. It felt really ugly to go and not see my grandfather sitting outside en la piedra afuera de la casa. It felt awkard to go and not see my grandpas smiling face and him wearing his sombrero de paja. Its still taking time to sink in and realize that he is no longer with us.

I remember sitting outside with him one day and talking to him about his family. I had to do a project for my Spanish II class, so i had to find out my bisabuelos names, mis tatarabuelos and so on and so on. He told me that he came from Guadalajara and that my bisabuelos had alot of land, and that they were really wealthy plp, but that he chose to put it down and come to la frontera and work for his own life. When he talked about his brothers and sisters, you could see a sparkle in his eye and he was smiling and laughing with me. That was the best conversation i had with him. I miss my buelito.

Yo te quiero Mucho Buelito Benito! :D