A Real Life Shero, My Grand Mother

Kind One's,

My grandmother has been placed in Hospice Care. I am informed by my children who have read this information on the Internet. My daughter who lives in the Middle East and my youngest at work have called me to share news about our grandmother's health and condition.

I listen closely as the sounds of mourning approach and comes nearer. I prepare my senses and Spirit's for my Grand Mother's passing. My heart is heavy and I can feel my lungs labor to breath. The very life force within my body mourns.

I have been in a state of mourning since the last my grandmother and I looked into one and each of our eye's and I listened to her words and I felt her love and warmth and we embrace our Spirit's and that chubby 13 year old that was so crazy in love with his Abuela Mary. Oh, My God, I have never ever doubted that I was Blessed by You, Great One, to have her as my grandmother. She was right there in the delivery room of the old Spanish Clinic in Ybor City, Florida and my Abuela Mary, just happened to be my mid-wife, right there playing catcher for what was then a modern day miracle. I, this weird cute looking mixed breed kid was born on the seventeenth day of yester decade. Damn. That makes me sound so damned old, en'it? For shits sake, I was sharing earlier today with my Lil' Short Blue Bus Driver that I am too young for the bull shit in life.

No, really. Life is so too short to have such petty drama be an influence in life. Fuck.

This modern day form of communicating by a social network, such as the facebook to communicate the anticipated crossing over of one's Kinfolk, is just is not fitting quite right like inside my skull or within these Spirit's dwelling within this skin. My warm thumping heart and energy does not wrap around this concept of not a one individual calling me to share this news of my grandmother with me and into my ear hole - person to person. Like people do. You all have made your calls and did not make calls. Then, now no need for calls. 

The mourning and bitter sadness that I have carried over a period of time has had an effect on me that has actually aided my heart, thoughts and memories of who my Grand Mother was and has always been to me.

Knowing that I had the World's Classiest Woman, as a Grand Mother, is a gift from God. My Grandmother was always the hard working professional and most dedicated Nurse. Her work ethic was above reproach. Observing my Abuela Mary in action prepared me for where it was I was to direct myself and my life's path. To walk and work with a purpose. Loyalty. And to live knowing "life's too short to worry about bull shit".

My Abuela's, dedication to life as a Mother, a Grand Mother, Daughter, Cousin or Aunt, taught many generations of Women Kinfolk. Her manner's and respect with a stranger, her thousands and thousands of patients - as a friend and neighbour, she created a Real Live Shero.

My Real Life Shero, my one and only grandmother Mary, prepares to join Jesus, her parents, her son - my dad, Mother Mary, The Saint's and all of her Kinfolk and Kindred in Heaven. Goodness Gracious Great Balls On Fire! There's going to be a massive block party on those Golden Street's of God's Crib!

My Dearest Abuela, I feel you in my Center. You will always be here with me. I know this. Within the next few minutes I will have ceremony and have prayers with you. I love you. I love you. Rest now Abuela, please, now it is time for you to rest. Blessed By God.