Weekends
Well, I was going to write last week about my trip up to Austin, but frankly, thats just for me and Silvette to know, and other to just hear what I feel like saying. But, this weekend was very hard. Well, to put it short, my grandfather isnt doing so well again. But, when you look at it, someone that survives a stroke for 10 years wont look that good. It takes real strength to continue to live, real strength to see your wife pass, and continue on, see you daughter pass and still fight to live. My grandfather, though, being sick has strength, if you only look for it. He always said that love and family is most important and that is all you need to live, and he is living proof. He fights to live and that si something that admire, his strength in not giving up. I have always believed that we can make all the difference between life and death. He just makes it true. A lot of my relatives that I hadnt seen for a long time also came down to see him. One of them said that I looked like a bebop or a beatnik, which I thought was cool. Since their mentality kind of describes me. Some of it was good, others that came didnt come with such good intentions. And even though, he is sick, and seems to be slipping, he has been there before and came back. There are so many ways to percieve these thinsg that its hard to say for sure. But his will and come through before, and I hope it does again. I know he is in great pain, but he has the will. And I feel that there is one more thing that he must do, that I dont know what, but I know he has a plan. He is a Salinas, and that means strength in my family, he strength to continue on durign the hardest moments. In the end, strength will prevail.