Original Instagram Post – January 10, 2019
As a kid, on Friday nights we would leave Brooklyn behind, and escape to Grandma’s apartment in Queens. It was like being swept away to a far off land, made just for us. It was always warm, and safe. I have never felt more secure in life as I did tightly tucked in to my Grandma’s bed. She would send us to sleep with stories of her childhood on the farm in Cuba. In the morning, she would wake us up bright and early, by softly pecking at our backs and legs like the chickens in her stories did. We would cuddle and watch cartoons until she either made breakfast, or took us for a walk to the bagel shop. On nice days we were treated with a trip to the park, or a walk around town. Days of inclement weather saw us pass the time with games, crafts, movies, and the stockpile of toys she kept in the living room corner. We never ran out of things to do, she never ran out of stories to tell. If we fell ill, she wouldn’t rest until we were well. If we were upset, she would soothe us to sleep. She was the type of Grandmother who illuminated the world with love and kindness. The type of Grandmother who believed in you when the world called you a damned fool. When she said she loved you, you were wrapped in the full weight of the word, and carried it with you everywhere thereafter, like a security blanket. She was the type of woman who was born to be a Grandmother. She led an incredible, turbulent, and glamorous life before I came along and thrust that title upon her, but her true legacy is the one of unconditional love and strength that followed. I miss her every day. And while I try my best to keep her legacy alive, sometimes that blanket gets lost in the shuffle. On those days I remind myself how fortunate I am to have ever had it all. ♥ #TBT #SixYearsInHeaven #AngelGrandma #GrandmasGirl #Family #ForeverKindOfLove #Abuela #Grandma #Queen #QueSeraSera
