My grandmother passed away recently and during one of her 4 services the priest asked, “Does anyone have anything to say about Alexa?” My uncle spoke 2 sentences, my grandfather (her husband of 65 years) said 2 words fighting tears, and before I could get up and say anything, the priest closed the floor. I thought, man! I missed my opportunity! But I didn’t because even though you didn’t know my grandmother, I am going to write her eulogy on my blog. Enjoy!
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Mami. Tia Nena. Abuela. Alexa. Abuelita. Nena. These are some of the names my grandmother was known by. She was a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a wife, a grandmother, a GREAT-grandmother, and a mother. She was a strong willed, stubborn woman, but it served her well. She came from Cuba to the U.S. and her and her husband worked hard to make a life for their family here. She had 3 boys who were not the easiest to raise, and she worked while raising her 3 sons in a time when it wasn’t the “norm” for women to work.
She always used to tell me how excited she was that I was a girl. I think she always wanted a girl but it never happened for her. So when I came along as the first grandchild, she was over the moon. She would tell me, “When they came out of the delivery room to tell me you were a girl I screamed so loud and pulled my hair because I was so excited.” I believe her, she has always had a special love for me. You know what is funny though? At her services, I learned that this woman had a special love for everyone. All of her family was so special to her in everyway. She wouldn’t have life without her family, she just wouldn’t.
Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday, and beyond the food, I never really knew why. I recently came to my true reason behind my love for Thanksgiving… every year my grandparents would host Thanksgiving. They would put together a long table either outside on their patio or inside their house – my grandmother, her and her sisters, would start cooking 2-3 days prior and on Thanksgiving we would feast. The family would all come over to her house, and it would be loud! Liquor would be flowing, I mean we are Cuban after all, the laughter would be so loud you could hear it down the street. The cars parked all along the road, people hugging, catching up, kids running and playing, and always an anniversary to celebrate. My grandparents. [They were married 65 years.] The food was like none other, the family was vibrant, the holiday was the reason. I still love thanksgiving because with it comes years of memories with family I only saw once a year, and the joy it brought to my grandmothers heart, so much JOY. That is what I will remember. And while I will never be able to replicate the Thanksgiving Joy she shared with us, I can keep it in my heart and have my own memories.
My grandmother was a tough woman, but every once in a while, for her grandchildren, she would let her guard down. One time specifically, my cousin reminded me, that we made her drink wine. Like lots of wine, which to be fair wasn’t really a lot of wine because since she didn’t drink hardly ever it didn’t take her long to feel a buzz, and we made her flip the bird. Yes, you read that correct, we made her put up her middle finger. This woman, a Godly woman, who honestly I don’t ever remember saying a curse word in my presence, put her middle finger up…. And we died laughing. Like that deep belly laugh. Even she was laughing, her face was red – maybe from the wine, but also probably because she was laughing so hard. We couldn’t believe it. That is one for the memory books.
I was 13 when I moved from Florida to Missouri. 13 is tough age anyway, but then moving away from all your friends and family to the middle of no where was so hard. I was a little down, and really didn’t like the fact that we had to move to this new place. My grandparents came to help us move, and my grandmother knew I was sad. She was trying her best to cheer me up but nothing was working… until.. she put on a costume like Jasmine and starting dancing around to gypsy music, moving her hips and dancing around as if she were a belly dancer. Let me remind you this is a conservative woman who until this very day I had not even seen her in a swim suit. But here she is belly dancing with her belly showing trying to cheer me up! I remember laughing so hard, like so hard. At the time, I had no clue what she was doing, she was just being crazy and funny, and making me laugh. But now I see she just wanted me to be happy, and she was going to do whatever she had to do to see a smile on my face.
That’s just it. Man she was tough. I don’t say that lightly. She was a tough lady. Not many people would mess with her. She was not a force to be reckon with. But wow. She cared. She wanted the best for her family ALWAYS. My cousin shared with me that before her wedding her dad had passed away and it was a sad time for her and her mother to be planning a wedding without him there. [Her dad was my grandmother’s sister’s son.] My grandmother swooped in and helped. My cousin said she remembers the 2 weeks before her wedding being a breeze and much easier because she knew my grandmother was there and would help with whatever needed to be done. My grandmother couldn’t handle knowing that her family was hurting. She cared too much.
She suffered for 11 years with a condition that no one should have to experience. Her body was freezing up around her. Her mind was completely in tact but her body was slowing freezing. First it was her legs, then it was her arms, then it was her speech, then it took over her body. It was devastating to watch. But you know what? In true tough girl fashion she made the absolute best of it. 7 years ago she came to my wedding – she was still walking, slowly, but walking nonetheless. She said she wouldn’t miss it for the world. I am so grateful she was there. 4 years ago I gave birth to my baby girl, and since she could no longer travel anymore, there was no way I was going to keep her GREAT-grandchild from her, so I flew with my 3 month old and introduced her to her first GREAT-grandchild. That Thanksgiving JOY was all over her face as she was holding my baby girl. 2 years later, I brought my son, her 2nd GREAT-grandchild to meet her. At that point she was bedridden and while she couldn’t really interact, she had the joy of meeting him and seeing him.
It’s hard for me to think she is really gone. It’s just a weird thing. I will say, I am joyful that she is not suffering anymore. It was very difficult for me to watch this woman who was always moving, always using her hands to sew, cook, or love her family, be bed ridden and unable to do the things she loves. She lived a full life, doing all the things she wanted. She certainly left a legacy in all 8 of her grandchildren, and especially with me. I loved that woman fiercely. [The older I get the more I see some of her qualities in me.] May she rest in peace and belly dance with all of her family up in heaven.
Te quiero mucho mi abuelita linda.
Yessiquita.
the honest truth 