Goodbyes are never easy and trust me when I tell you others can be painful and sad. This morning Louie and I began packing our suitcases to come home to Minnesota. From the time we got up in the morning there was an odd silence from a home that usually had loud Salsa music playing with people talking and chattering a mile a minute. This morning It was time for our trip to come to an end and Genia and Louie were feeling the agony between their beating hearts. They would have to say goodbye. Louie took longer than usual to pack this time. Its tough to leave when your Mother is frail and 84. Every day spent with her was a gift and he was savoring each minute. He would put a few things in the suitcase and then sit with Genia for awhile. I stayed in our back little room trying organize what I could. Once again I could hear quiet voices in the next room. I finished what I could and I would have to walk through Genias room to get to the living room. Again Louie was sitting in that little small chair at the edge of her bed. I stopped just for a minute and I could see the sadness on Genias face. Her little small hands held onto to some sort of white cloth and she was twisting and wrenching it, almost to relieve the sadness within her. Louie started to rub her little bird legs, and I walked out. It was their time to talk. I retreated to the porch where I could find tranquilly and let my thoughts go just as I had the night rained. It was around noon and we finally got our suitcases packed. Louies brother Pepe came to say goodbye. To see and hear two brothers embrace and say I love you is beyond words. I got a tight, tight hug and a I love you in English. Love that guy. Genia was in the kitchen and we began our goodbyes. She put both per hands on my face and said I love you in Spanish. There is no language barrier when it come to love, and I never felt more loved than I did in that small kitchen today. Then she turned to her son. They hugged and held each other for minutes. For those few minutes their two hearts became one. When the hug ended, both had tears in their eyes. Louie removed his glasses and said something was in his eye. I knew better, but he told me later he had to be strong for his Mom. She walked us to that small little porch and we made our way down the steps. The walk to the car was silent. There were no words that would make it better for him. I could only tell him I love you, and we drove away. Tonight we are staying at Louies sisters home, near the airport. Everyone is sleeping, but I can hear the waves from the ocean, and those beautiful coquis! What a way to drift off to sleep. Thank you for letting me share my last post from The Island of Enchantment! Good Night 🐸
Posted on: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 03:33:36 +0000