The eulogy.

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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Look closely.. she’s giving a peace sign. 

 

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.

If she were alive she would be so mad I posted these pictures of her! 🙂 

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.

Month of death – with the hope of fruits.

My grandmother is the woman standing up in the red shirt. ❤

I know I know.. “Month of death” It sounds morbid, but that is what this month has been for me, for us, for my family. It’s interesting how life works, we’re all born into this world and we all eventually die. Some of us are scared of dying and the possible suffering we might endure. [I assure you we are stronger than you think.] Some of us are not scared, and gladly welcome whatever life throws at us, even if that means we leave this earth too soon. 

I have been away from the blog world a little bit because well, death. First my grandmother passed away, she lived a great life. She lived well into her 80’s and while she did suffer for 11 years, she had a great life. I was so grateful to see her suffering end. It was and is sad to know she is no longer earth side and I will no longer be able to see her, but her memories and spirit live within me. It is especially sad for my grandfather who knows no other life without my grandmother, his wife. They were married 65 years. Can you imagine, 65 years with someone? He stayed right by her side all 11 years of her sickness, and that is admirable. We can all aspire to be the lover, caregiver, supporter, and faithful husband he was. 

At my grandmother’s funeral, there was no eulogy, there were no personal words spoken about her. Everything spoken was from people who didn’t know her. Personally, I felt this was a disservice to the beautiful life my grandmother lived. So, I wrote one. The next blog post will be my grandmother’s eulogy that she didn’t get to have. While it continues with the death theme, it is a little more light and airy. I hope you enjoy it. My grandmother was a fun lady. She had her weaknesses, but don’t we all?

Two weeks later, my father in law passed away suddenly, and unexpectedly (kind of). I will say this is VERY fresh and still very much an open wound for the family so I won’t go into too much detail about everything. However, what I will discuss is the perspective of a spouse supporting and loving through the death of a parent. My husband’s father was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer, and died a few short days later. It was tragic and unexpected for him to leave us so soon. 

While my father in law and I had our differences, I respected him. He was the father to my husband. He cared for me because he knew how deeply I love his son, and he loved his son (my husband) with his whole heart. He was so proud of everything his son had accomplished, and so am I. We had that in common. He cared for his family so deeply, all he ever wanted was to be in the presence of those he cared about. Regardless of your relationship with the person, when they are such a big part of your life (father to my husband, grandfather to my children) you experience some kind of pain and sadness. I am sad for my children, they will never know him, they will have minimal memories with him, and we cannot get that back. My husband will go on for the rest of his life without his father around to help him walk through life’s challenges, and that especially makes me sad.

Death leaves us with a void, with a hole, feeling sad and sometimes even alone. Throughout this month I have really been trying to think about the fruits that come from death. From my grandmother’s death, I was able to reconnect with so many cousins, aunts, uncles, and even meet my godmother for the first time in my adult life. I know my grandmother was smiling down on all of this. I am making it my personal goal to not lose touch with this family I have had the privilege to reconnect with. My husband’s family has been able to reconnect in a different way as well. For that I am truly thankful, and I hope it continues to grow for them. They need each other in the healing process. 

Grief is a process folks. There is no start and stop. There is only a path, a road, a trail, that you continue to go down, and each passing minute, hour, day, week, month, year gets easier. 

This is a part of life. How do we turn it into fruits?

Xo, jessica

Simplify with Gabby

Friends/Readers/Followers, meet my dear friend Gabby. Gabby and I met when I was working at a gym teaching postnatal fitness. She had just had her youngest son who was 5 weeks early. In this particular class, I would set up stations around the room for the participants to complete different exercises while I kept the babies happy off to the side of the room. I knew Gabby and I were going to be friends when she came in to the class from this initial interaction… I introduced myself, she introduced herself and introduced me to her son, then continued to say that she would prefer I not take him out of the car seat since it was flu season and he was premature.

A momma speaking truth and not feeling shame to protect her baby – that’s a momma I want to hang with! Gabby and I have stayed friends even though we don’t live in the same town and I value her friendship so much! Gabby is real, she is raw, she is a giver, an advocate, passionate, loving, caring, thoughtful, smart, talented, she is definitely not afraid to get dirty, she is practical, she’s an adventurer, and she listens. This is a friend you want!

I asked Gabby to write something in relation to the mission of the honest truth blog, whatever was speaking to her at the moment, and she wrote about simplification. it seems so simple, but there are so many places/ways to simplify that we often over look. Read below about Gabby’s experience and feel free to comment with your simplification ideas/techniques!

xo, Jessica

“Simplify”

Every New Year’s Eve for the past 9 years my family has gathered with 5 other families to ring in another year of life, love and community. After we put all the kids in bed, the adults gather to share their highs, lows and either a goal or word for the coming year. We’re super cool, I promise 🙂

For 2019, my goal was “intentionality” and my word was “simplify”.

For me, these two things go hand in hand. I want to take the time to enjoy this stage of life with my boys, I want to make space for my husband and I want to be able to look back and not feel like I was sinking through toddler-hood. In order to do this, I needed to simplify my life and be very intentional with my time and energy (because let’s face it, waking up at the crack of dawn ready to roll does not give one endless amounts of energy).

Emily Ley wrote in A Simplified Life that “when we pare down life to its simplest parts, we’re left with room to enjoy each other, to rest, and truly savor life with all our hearts, minds and spirits.”

When I started thinking about my goal and word for the year, I had to really think about what I wanted for myself and my life for this year. Nine months into the year, it’s still a work in progress, but this is what I’ve discovered… I want to remember this time with my boys. I want to not spend all my time cooking, cleaning and keeping our home “functional” but also need it to be “functional”…I use that word loosely as it changes based on my mood, anxiety levels and schedule for the coming days!

So if those are the things that I want, how do I make this work? Our house cannot be a disaster zone and I need time and space for myself to reclaim energy and balance. These may not be issues for you, but for me, I function best in that space.

I’m still tweaking what works for me/my family as we go, but so far, this is what I’ve found…

• Declutter your inbox and social media and set time limits…I unfriended and unfollowed people I don’t know, don’t bring me joy, or haven’t spoken to in over 5 years. I took a couple of days to work my way through the thousands of emails hanging out in my inbox and made folders for events/topics that are important so that I can reference them quickly. I also took advantage of the Screen Time limits on my phone. It doesn’t completely stop me from aimlessly scrolling Insta, but it definitely makes me think twice about my time and I feel better when feeding my brain with interesting new things rather than other people’s pointless musings.
• Early this spring I took part in Emily Ley’s Ruthless Declutter Challenge (after quoting her above and then noting this, I feel like I look like a huge EL fan but I have to admit, a friend recommended her challenge and I just read her book, so no worries, I haven’t gone full happy stripe just yet). Over the course of a month, I went room by room in our house and got rid of all the things that were broken, excessive, didn’t fit, etc. I took 3 separate loads of stuff to Goodwill and it felt so good. I didn’t have to worry about the boys pulling out clothes that didn’t fit and the battle to have them change into something that did, I could open our cabinets without water bottles falling out, and I knew where things were that I previously could not locate.
• Meal prep…I need to be much better about this, but I find that our days go much smoother and I feel less stressed when I have our fruit and veggies chopped and ready to go for the day. I can then pull them out to throw in a smoothie, into a pan or straight on a plate saving me precious time during that awful 4-6pm time frame when everyone is starving and needs all the attention! Some days I prep them first thing in the morning while making breakfast, or if I’m really on my game, on Sundays for the bulk of the week.
• Shoes by the door. This is my most recent adjustment to our life. I’m working on making the change to no shoes on in the house…we have wood floors, I feel like I sweep ALL.THE.TIME so I’m hoping this will help, and it’s just less germy. I bought a big basket from HomeGoods, all the shoes will slowly find their way in to it and there will hopefully be less searching, less throwing shoes back to their rooms, less grime all over and less sweeping! Once can hope.
• This is a shellfish adjustment, but when I looked back over the last couple of years, I realized that I had read less than 3 books (for me, not the kids) in the past 4 years. For me, that’s ridiculous! I LOVE reading. It gives my introvert-self life. In order to pour into my family, I needed to get back to doing things for myself as well. I set another goal to read at least 12 books this year. I’m at 13 and it’s September. I feel better, I feel like I’m using my time wisely.

None of these things are completely life altering, but they are little things that I have chosen to try out. Small changes that make me feel more together and less stressed so that I can focus in on my family and remember this precious time. Now, real truth…have I been totally successful in all these things? Absolutely not. I still could put more effort into relationship with my husband and time with my boys. I decluttered my email and social media but still struggle with spending too much time on Insta/Facebook and have let my emails pile up again. I did declutter all the rooms in our house except two, life got busy and I never got back to those last two rooms. I meal prep when I can and our shoes will probably still be all over the house because I have a 2 and 4 yr old and that’s just life.  These are small things that help when I can make it happen. Do I stress when one of my systems doesn’t work quite right, sure, it’s part of my type A, enneagram 8, Myers’s Briggs J personality. But am I trying? Absolutely. Do my boys care if I’m not successful at being 100% intentional or simplify all the things…not one bit. They care if I have time to sit down and play trucks with them, run through a sprinkler or sing Blippi songs. And those are the little things I want to remember. I care and try to make things better for my family, but not at the cost of being with my family.

How have you simplified your life? What tools, tricks, tips can you share with us that might be helpful? What does intentionality mean for you? I’d love to hear what each of you are doing to be more intentional with your families and how you are simplifying your life.

 

The funny thing about social media

You know the funny thing about social media? One day I could post a sweet picture of my kids and get 100+ likes, and the very next day post something new happening with my blog and only get 2-3 likes. (those 2-3 likes are also people like my mother in law, sister in law, and mom — thanks for the support family!) Isn’t that interesting? Now I don’t know the answer here… is that people are just overwhelmed with the amount of content on the internet to read? I know my blog is not a cute picture of kids, but it is still good content (I think at least).. you just have to read it, you can’t just scroll through passively and like it. 

I have a friend who works in media marketing, and he said if he wants people to really stop and look at something he puts up a picture of kids or dogs. People seem to love kids or dogs. I don’t know why I am so surprised by this, but I am…

If you read my blog, or any blog/news source for that matter, and your brain starts to hurt, you should explore that a little bit. You should explore the questions and thoughts that come from reading all the material. You know how when you do a new workout, and the next day your muscles are sore.. think about your brain that way. It’s learning new things everyday, some things are worth your time and keeping them stored and others are not. You get to sift through those thoughts and decide what to keep and what to trash. 

So why do people ignore social media postings about my blog? I don’t know.. If you are afraid to click and possibly learn something new, I challenge you. CLICK THE LINK! LEARN SOMETHING NEW! If you are just not clicking because you are rolling your eyes that I have started a blog and you are mad/angry/scared that I am talking about these real raw emotions about things that are happening in our world daily to people you and I both know… then I challenge you to explore those feelings. Did you want to start a blog but you didn’t? (You should totally do it if you want to by the way.) Are you scared/mad/afraid because you want to do more but you don’t know how, and I took the leap? (You should take the leap too! Trust me, I have no clue what I am doing, I am just doing something because it feels good.) Maybe you just don’t like me or what I have to say.. and that is fine too. All I have to say to that is thank you for reading and taking the time to challenge yourself. 

It always feels better to support people in their endeavors. In the end we want everyone to be successful, right? We do not want to wish bad upon anyone. Everyone deserves a chance. 

Support your sistas in whatever they are doing.

xo, jessica

LOVE DOWN IN THE DEPTHS.

I have something really scary and sort of controversial to share with you. I was enjoying a dinner with some friends the other evening and the KKK was active in broad daylight 2 blocks away. My mind was completely blown, and honestly I don’t know why. I have seen this on the news, that they are alive and active, but this was happening right in front of me. RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES! It is unbelievable that that is still happening, still active, still alive. As I am writing this I am processing for the thousandth time, and I still have no words. 

This is all I can say… I cannot control others. I cannot control what other people believe. I cannot control actions other people choose to take. I cannot change them. Arguing will not change their views. Protesting against them will not change their views or their actions. Anger does not change people. I CAN control my actions. I CAN control how I live my life and how I model someone who loves others. I CAN control what I say. I CAN control conversations with people I speak to on a daily basis to make them think about their actions and thought process toward other people. I CAN control who I interact with, and it is worth interacting with those who may think differently than you. I CAN teach others how to love everyone. 

You can choose to love everyone. Even the person who gives you the bird in traffic, love them. Even the person who talks crap about you at work behind your back, love them. Even the KKK marching for what they believe to be true, love them. [You don’t have to believe what they believe, but you can share a piece of what it feels like to be loved in hopes that they might share love with all people.]

People deserve love.

People deserve love.

You deserve love.

Choose to spread love. We are all here together. Let’s work on loving one another. 

xo, Jessica