Today, I reflect back to a time when holidays meant a day spent with the family. Loads of smiles, hugs, and the many kisses from those loved. Rooms filled with the enticing aroma of our mothers cooking and the wonderful sound of relatives, reminiscing of events shared with happiness and countless laughter, "Oh, how I miss those days". In these memories, I see vividly the room which meant the most to our mother, as we know, was the kitchen. Yes, the kitchen was where she performed her magic, something that came naturally to her where she provided great warmth with welcoming arms and her remarkable smile. A smile as electrifying as a string of lights, illuminating us one by one.
How splendid it was to casually arrive at her house and know that we were never rejected. Her enormous generosity always giving without any expectations... She held her satisfaction in knowing that she fullfilled us with her grace and magnificent cooking. What better than to celebrate with her inviting food. Everything was always delicious. I can still smell her beans, fried chicken, and bacalaitos. "Oh, how I miss indulging in every meal with her".
I've wondered what made it all so amazingly tasteful. I had soon learned that it was more than ingredients. She had a spice that at times, many find hard to master. This spice led her to becoming the helpful and diligent daughter, the caring and loving sister, the faithful and loyal wife, and the nurturing, unconditional, devoted, and understanding mother. She added this in all her journeys and accomplishments... It was "love". She did everything with sincere love... Only food cooked with such delicacy could be so tasty.
Our mother is the bones to our spines and it should keep us straight and true. She is our blood and it should run rich and strong everyday of our life. She is the beating of our hearts and it should beat with the strength and perseverance that she had for life itself. We should all remember her as though she was still alive. As we come upon those moments of sadness, lost, anger, bitterness and confusion, we should remember the life she lived and listen to her beating heart.
Our mother lived because she never gave up. She saw the world and its wonders and chose to give her love through her generosity and kindness...never forgetting us. "I miss you mom". With all the love that I have inside for each and everyone of you, my brothers and sisters, in-laws, nephews, and nieces, uncle, aunt, and cousins. Today I celebrate this memorial with memories of holidays shared. With great love and humbleness I give gratitude to the notable woman whom without her, my life would be meaningless...Mama.
In Memory of the amazing you, we love and miss you forever and ever.