Santiago

My grandpa was angel (if you believe in that sort of thing)
He worked hard and was a very honest loyal man. He had 11 children with only one woman. She was the only one for him, he went 30 years alone before he had a stroke...
He had this calm demeanor at all times. He had a light chuckle, a little like Hank's from King of the Hill. Everyday he woke early, content and peaceful. He was a very religious man, but he also had a very spiritual connection. He was one with nature, pets loved him, kids loved him, my friends loved him, strangers adored him.
He was sweet.
He was grand.
He made the best damn salsa ever. It made grown men cry.. I PUT THAT SHIT ON EVERYTHING!
He had elegant handwriting.
He had awesome drawings.
He made delicious food.
He had a green thumb, making gardens beautiful.
He grew old very well.
He had arthritis and a fake knee.
He still walked to church, without a cane or wheelchair.
He was so strong& independent, the center of our family.

...I'm sad I only saw him months before his death. For his birthday, my mom had baked him his favorite cake: carrot cake made from scratch. I went to Mexico with my aunt after 10 years since my last visit. I loved it so much...
I miss Mexico. I miss the family. I miss not being dependent of electronics.
You can really feel the love between everyone, the togetherness.

I want to cry cry cry. I miss my grandpa. I miss him so much.
And I'm sad my mom, who loved him so much, didn't get to see him years before.
why? because it's almost impossible to legalize her immigration status. It's either be with her family in Mexico or be with her daughters in the U.S.
Fuck you racist laws, you keep families apart. I don't know how to mend her broken heart.
Two of her close family members have died since she's been stuck in Los Angeles.
I want to move away. Find a paradise, like Mexico.

Goodnight blog.