My kids are fed up. They’re sick of both of their grandmas being sick. Their sick of us being sick of it. They’re sick of changes in schedule, flip-flopping of dates and things and modifying just about everything. They don’t like it. They hate it. And they’ve decided to replace their grandmothers with a lifesize cardboard cutout.
We left for Napa in the wee hours of the morning, and by the time @la_gringa set off for the first leg of our two-day journey, I understood that it wasn’t only a good time to be doing this race, it was The Time to be doing this race. It hit me that the Universe had given me these specific women during this specific weekend, for a specific reason: they were here to let me GO.
“Reloj’ is a damn sad song. It’s a bit of a family song, though. As memory serves, this was my grandmother’s wedding song, which, funnily enough, has some of the saddest lyrics I’ve ever heard:
Clock, don’t mark the hours, because I’m going to go crazy when she leaves forever at dawn. We only have tonight [...]
…so I hooked her up tonight to watch them play Monday Night Football tonight on the big screen. You probably have a better view from heaven, but just in case, you know.
Love you, abuelita. Miss you.
xoxome
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