One Step at a Time…

That was the longest week of my life. This exact same week a year ago. All possible hours of the day spent by my abuela’s death bed, while she was agonizing. I kept wondering how hard it must be for abuelo to sit by her, and see his life companion suffer while he held one to every bit of hope.

Despite how hard it was so see himself loosing what to him was the only meaning for life, he stayed strong and took one step at a time. He made us all laugh when he saw us fall apart, and every night when we walked out of the hospital down those cold hallways he would chase or poked us with his cane and shared words of wisdom.

I can only hope to be as strong as he still is today at his 90’s!ABUELA_DEATH-189

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