#bisabuela

[anes-tesia]

Visité a mi bisabuela, padece de Alzheimer y antes de irme me dijo; “no te olvides de mi”. Casi me parte el corazón, porque aunque quizá ella en algún momento me olvide, siempre estará en mi memoria y corazón.

Misteriosa como el mar.

#anes-tesia #anestesia #escritos #citas #notas #frases #Alzheimer #enfermedad #bisabuela #familia #recuerdos #memoria #amor #olvidar #corazón #misteriosa como el mar #octubre 2022 #post 10 #te quiero #te amo #corazón partido #lágrimas #nostalgia

[emmasof-ly]

El miedo a su olvido

Aquellas personas que me conocen saben la importancia de su presencia en mi vida. Gracias a ella me dieron nombre, empecé a amar el arroz con leche y dormír placidamente todos los fines de semana encima de su joroba. Pero, eso fue antes de aquel día.

No sé la fecha exacta donde empezó todo, creó que intentaba ignorar el hecho de su olvido porque a pesar de este, ella siempre estaba físicamente presente con sus sonrisas y famosas manotadas intentando explicarnos el porqué NO debíamos tomar tanto tinto y reemplazarlo con Coca-Cola (más dañina según estudios científicos que claramente ignoraba). Hasta que un día se olvidó de que esa era su bebida favorita, que había prometido quedarse con Stella hasta la muerte y su amor eterno hacia nosotras.

Aquella tarde, visitándola en la casa de mi tío-abuelo, agarró mis manos y a pesar de que tenía memorizada sus caricias, no se sentía como Illita. Ella me había olvidado y me lo dio a conocer cuando dijo: Mijita, usted es muy linda, pero ¿quién es?... Le quise decir: Soy Emma, la hija de Sandra, sus naranjas redonditas y aquella con la que competías para encontrar las palabras en los pupiletras (sopa de letras); no lo hice para no mortificar más su mirada que ha sido en los últimos meses inspiración para mis escritos que salen para no ser publicados, porque me aterra romper con la imagen que he construido con las demás personas.

A pesar de que los meses han pasado, me da miedo aceptar su olvido porque era una de las personas que le daban razón a mi existencia. Le tengo tanto miedo, que decidí pasar duelo por su muerte, muerte que aún no llega pero prefiero pensar que ésta muerta a convencerme que, Illita no recuerda (ni lo volverá a hacer) a Emmita porque como todo ser humano y escritora es la pesadilla que me mantiene despierta.

#spotify #miedo #muerte #bisabuela #pensamientos de almohada #por qué?

[leonardomna]

Cuatro generaciones juntas #familia #herenciafuerte #4generaciones #bisabuela #abuela #mamá #hija https://www.instagram.com/p/Cgx7TIQutqvBIldRWNmLGzzvTdatpmK4njTd740/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#familia #herenciafuerte #4generaciones #bisabuela #abuela #mamá #hija

[scrumptiousshepherdrebelalmond]

#primos #familia #bisabuela #villadelprado #masagustoqueenbrazos #goodvibes #summer #pormasveces #disfruton #piscina (en Villa del Prado) https://www.instagram.com/p/CesqeBeDAcL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#primos #familia #bisabuela #villadelprado #masagustoqueenbrazos #goodvibes #summer #pormasveces #disfruton #piscina

[sumeria]

did anyone else learn that an inch is ~from the knuckle under your thumbnail to the joint connecting the thumb to the hand & that a foot is ~the length of the flat side of a forearm from wrist to start of elbow. or was i raised doing vibes based measurement

#gasp.txt #im haunted bc apparently only my bisabuela taught me this. #she was a seamstress and worked in sweatshops #so idk i think this was a shortcut she used sometimes

[exausta-verytired]

“dont take it from me take it from the generations of marxist feminists who knew that by abolishing class we can eradicate the patriarchy as the patriarchy, like all oppression, comes from class" this is perhaps the funniest thing I've read in all my time on tumblr I love when people pretend to educate others on theory they've never actually read

#hey that's my bisabuela you're talking about. shed hit you with a lead pipe for trying to call marxism a claim that is nearly the opposite #unfortunately EVERYONE in the post I took this from is wrong I can't right now

[antimnemonic]

like. yes gallina is literally just a chicken but it's more. i can't explain it. the vibe. gallina isn't just chicken she's a mom a sister a childhood best friend....... anyways u sound be able to hold velociraptor como gallina

#i played w my gmas chickens as a kid <- technically true but cold and detached #juge con las gallinas en la casa de mi bisabuela cuando era niña <- magical ghibli childhood scene #anyways i am specifically imagining Hold Raptor Like Friend to be like when u hold cat like machine gun

[zyrafowe-sny]

TOH fic exchange for WIP Wednesday?

Or, well. Grief Christmas, but also that.

It took me a while to get around to Grief Christmas:

Mamá had told her to pack for warm weather — and Luz did — but it was still weird to go from the freezing temperatures of Connecticut and the chilly plane to the heat of Puerto Rico. It felt like summer, not Christmastime. She wasn't sure if she should wear her heavy winter coat — and probably get sweaty and yucky — or if she should take it off and have even more stuff to lug around until they got to her bisabuela’s. 

Make me write

#thanks for the ask! #wip wednesday #wip wednesday game #sometimes I write #my wips #ask game #also I am a little proud that I remembered bisabuela on my own (did verify)

[vcb]

love to refresh by adding some mint or yerbabuena leaves on my coffee, usually cold but just did it on my last hot cup for the day (sometimes i also add a couple drops of lemon)

#herbs from my bisabuela's garden #ps: yes w sugar

[misericordae]

unicorns are as old as stories and are as old as the sky and the stars so loving unicorns forever is the most natural thing in the world!

i thought about this reply for a bit because this ask delighted me a little!! it's such a delightful sentiment and i really love it. my parents had a framed print of the lady & the unicorn over their bed and i used to stare at it as a kid and pretend that i was the lady with the unicorn. it's fun to think that someone might've done that back in the 1500s as well.

#asks #genuinely love this ask it's a delight #one of the three necklaces i always wear actually has a unicorn pendant on it that belonged to my bisabuela #i love unicorns. so much. the more fanciful and medieval the better

[gamerbearmira]

"Papa look! I got a new dress!" Three year old Mirabel raced to her papa who was speaking to the donkeys again.

His mama loved to buy or make dresses for Mirabel, especially ones that looked like Pepas own or occasionally like Tia Julieta's apron dress. Tia cried when she saw Mirabel wearing it.

He shouldn't be surprised she had another new dress.

Turning to look at her though he blinked. She was holding Abuelas (his not hers) hand and she was beaming while Abuela had a soft smile on her face Antonio almost never saw.

And instead of yellow or orange like usual, or a few blue from Isabela and Tia Julieta, her new dress was a completely different color.

She was wearing a small version of Abuelas own dress, complete with little flame embroidery along the hem.

ALMA….AND MIRABEL…MATCHING…

#encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto alma #bisabuela alma #papatonio au #papa antonio au #papatonio

[hlurz]

Hecha una piltrafa pero con la escarapela

#me acordé de cuando le prepraré el chocolate caliente a mi bisabuela y ahora quiero volver a cuando estaba viba y bien

[canisvesperus]

🐪

#I think one of the reasons I always struggled to connect with big tumblr era otherkin communities is because too many mfers #Don’t want to confront their racism and anti-Indigeneity especially when it comes to exclusionism #y’all can’t just use Native cultures as a token to validate yourselves and then turn around and totally disparage anyone who diverges from #your yt new ager understanding of these concepts (not that there’s anything wrong w new agers so long as they stay in their lane) #my bisabuela would scream if she heard some of this bullshit #pisscourse of the day goodnight I’m still on hiatus #ven talks

[elbiotipo]

a ver... suponiendo que mi abuelo tiene razón que la familia de su padre vino acá desde España escapando de La Guerra, y llegaron acá por ahí por los años 1890 (nunca me aclaró en que año, pero es por ahí)... la única Guerra española de renombre en esa época que yo sepa es...

estoy

estoy acá gracias a EEUU????????

#TOLP STIWT #igual no es tan así seguramente porque esa guerra duró unos meses y mi abuelo dice Muchas Cosas #y su idea de Europa en el siglo XIX es el Continente Cringe lleno de guerra imperialismo y pobreza (que es cierto) #lo que sí es cierto es que mi bisabuela y él tienen ascendencia nativas hay fotos de ella y él es el más morocho de toda mi familia #pero conozco poco y nada al respecto (sé que mi abuelo habla algo de guaraní pero tengo entendido que lo aprendió en la calle) #(el guaraní era la lingua franca acá hasta hace unas décadas) #puede ser que la guerra en Cuba haya tenido algo que ver igual.....

[mansplainmanipulatemalewife]

I think early seasons Cas feels about humans like most people would feel about rabbits like he has his special pet bunnies that he's emotionally invested in (Sam and Dean) but he doesn't really care if they get eaten sometimes so long as his are okay

#like it might be bc a lot of my family are from the continent maybe Americans are really attatched to rabbits as a species but like #those are food too #anyway the point is i think if people didn't keep telling him he had to care about people on an individual level he'd be pretty amoral #and that's why he's okay with having an evil boyfriend that kills people #they're not people he cares about and he's not evolved to be naturally social so he doesn't particularly care #hell's angel #unrelated but my bisabuela ate my grandad's pet rabbit as a kid and i keep thinking about that instead of actually working on the fic

[sumeria]

#dj crazy times #this song hits me so hard still #it makes me think of my bisabuela #Youtube