I went to hug abuella as my Aunty asked her
“Remember who this is madre?” trying to light a spark in my grandma’s now deteriorating
memory. She has Alzheimer’s and diabetes, two conditions that don’t bode well
together.
“Yessica” I whisper in her ear quietly hinting
as she holds me with her little skinny arms.
She looked at me appreciatively holding my
shoulders as she took a deep look in to my eyes. ‘Something familiar is there’
her eyes say.
“Yess-i-caaa” she said to me and smiled.
I hadn’t expected my travels to take me to
Venezuela but given I have roots there and it is my mother’s old homeland, it
was wonderful to reconnect and see my family.
My abuella’s condition was saddening and yet, there was a peace in her presence. She was living in the constant
now. The past stories, the old stuff of my mother’s hard childhood and her
addiction to buying shoes had dissolved. There was something quite beautiful in
that.
I gave her some paints and a pad for her to
paint with. She proceeded to simply paint hearts.
“What is the most important thing in the
world abuella?” I asked my grandma wondering whether she had something profound
to share with me, a message of sorts from the years she’d spent living what had
not been a neasy life in such an unstable country.
“La salud” she replied.
Well-being.
I have enjoyed reading much on philosophy,
psychology and the metaphoric stories of religious texts and Disney movies.
I’ve found meaning in the lyrics to songs and deep truths inspired from
meditations and asanas but my abuella told me something very true for us all.
Health is wealth.
The word wealth is rooted in the oldEnglish translation of the word ‘health’ and there’s a truism there if I ever I
wanted one. The well-being of our minds, bodies and
spirits is what makes life enjoyable for us, our friends, our family and our
world.
Saludos.
Saludos.
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