Some people idolize movie stars; others look up to athletes - but the person I strive to be like everyday has neither title.
She would feed me bottles up until I was 6 years-old, but never told my mom about it because she didn't want to get me in trouble. She taught me how to cook Mexican food - well, sort of... I'm still trying to learn the ropes. And when I told her I was moving to Santa Clarita to pursue my dream in journalism, she prayed for my future endeavors and gave her blessing on my new life journey.
She is the most selfless and strongest individual I've had the privilege of knowing. I am proud to call this woman my grandmother - mi abuelita.
You're probably wondering why I'm dedicating this blog entry to my abuelita; the stuff I usually write centers on my inadequacy of driving or rubbing on non-pregnant women's bellies at the gym. But there comes a time in a person's life when curveballs get thrown at you and the laughter stops.
I got the call Saturday morning from my mom. The seriousness in her tone let me know that something was terribly wrong. She confessed to me that the cancer struck once again and that my abuelita will be battling cancer for the second time. All I wanted to do at that moment was to grab my keys and drive straight to her. I wanted to bury my head in her lap - just like when I was a kid - and tell her that everything was going to be all right.
I screamed, I cried and I cursed those 300 miles of distance for getting in the way of being close to her.
They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder, and being away from my family makes me appreciate them and love them even more.
Dealing with my grandmother's cancer from far away has been one of the hardest things I've ever had to endure. But I wake up every morning with faith, strength and determination because that's what she instilled in me.
I may not be with her physically to help her fight the battle, but my heart is with her. Let's beat this cancer abuelita. You did it once. You can do it again.
Hey Nancy I am really sorry to here about your grandmother. I will keep you and your family in my prayers. In December the day after my step dad died I was walking by your desk and you gave me a tamale, that day really sucked and believe it or not that truly made my day. Your grandmother did a great job raising a kind person. I will pray for your Grandma to get better. Mike Erickson