March 27, 2006

• This is Stephanie.  My dad and Lya are currently in Fort Worth making sure Lorraine gets on her flight to Mexico ok.  He called to ask me to get online and blog what has been going on.

  
  

  Last night our abuelito, my mom's father, went to bed, and didn't wake up.  He passed in his sleep thankfully, so he didn't suffer that much.  I haven't been home, I found out after school and found sactuary at my boyfriends house afraid to go home from fear of seeing how Lya was reacting to this.  I called her earlier and like always she was full of smiles.  She told me that we can't be selfish.  Our abuelito has been suffering from depression after losing my abuelita, heart conditions and diabetes.  She said he had done his good doings and at least he left in peace.  That little girl amazes me.  She has to be the strongest 7th grader I know.  I wish I  could be that strong.  Anyways, Lorraine is on her way to Tepic as I type this.  She should be returning on Saturday. 

  
  

  My dad will probably update better than i have later, he knows more about our situation...thank you for reading.

  
  

  <3

  
  

  Stephanie

  
  

   

  
  

  "To live in the hearts we leave behind is not to die."--Thomas Campbell.

  
  

  "I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived."
  -- Willa Cather

  
  

  "I am ready to meet my maker, but whether my maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter."
  -- Winston Churchill

  
  

  "Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console."
  --Charles C. Colton

  
  

  "Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live."
  --Norman Cousins

  
  

  "Our life is made by the death of others."
  -- Leonardo da Vinci

  
  

  "On a day of burial there is no perspective--for space itself is annihilated. Your dead friend is still a fragmentary being. The day you bury him is a day of chores and crowds, of hands false or true to be shaken, of the immediate cares of mourning. The dead friend will not really die until tomorrow, when silence is round you again. Then he will show himself complete, as he was--to tear himself away, as he was, from the substantial you. Only then will you cry out because of him who is leaving and whom you cannot detain."
  -- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

  
  

  "He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt."
  -- J. Heller

  
  

  "Good men must die, but death cannot kill their names."
  -- Proverb

  
  

   

  
  

   

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