the aftermath

Part 5
Is been two weeks now, and everybody around the house, are doing what they do, to keep living:
My dad is fixing thing, paying bills, checking on the condition of the house, always been paranoid for living the house, right now the city that we leave, the crime is on the high with domestic robbery, always concern that somebody should stay. Keep watch. My older brother he get most the relief, every day her girlfriend come to talk , on how he feeling, attending he's client in court, and always going top the gym, and playing the 360's. And the little one, attending he's turtles, going out with friends, focusing more on work, and just playing annoying around me. Which leave me well i pretty much can say, cause i forgetting i never mention anything the life of my mother, so don't worry is brief: Olga was born in 1944 born and raise in Tijuana B.C. Mexico. She was sister of 6 siblings 4 brothers, and 2 sister. she was the second of the family. she took course of secretary which land her a job in law firm, where later at her 24 years she met a man. that later would end up been her husband name Othon. by her 32 she married him. By later years she gave birth to 3 children, so in time she dedicated her job to them, the work, and the husband. Struggling in the education and the well been of all of us. She was a one woman army, that gave us spirit, and the strength, she never gave up on us, for everything stupid that we done. By 1997 she retired from her job, now been a house wife and full time mom. where sometime, she felt in chain, so she decide to take some tai chi classes from there on she began to have another family, of friend, that care for relaxation's was her new wave. Until 2005 she was detected with breast cancer, which over the next 3 years she was taking kimo. She sometime have fear of dying, and worrying of us, with out her the family would fall apart, she couldn't control the conflict of everyone, keep the house clean, how her brother and sister's would live. She didn't felt
secure anymore so she fought it, like a climber, trying to reach the top of the mountain. So she spend it like anything, keeping us happy by telling us that everything will be alright, and continue by seen the family, telling the righting to her brothers, and sisters, of the problems, and always caring for the little one even the ones that make the living who live to make problem's. Huh yeah that was my mom the Dr.Phil of the clan, in the afternoon she always love that show and Oprah huge fan, watching the topic they have in the show. By 2007 her condition was worsen, that she needed another dose of kimo, so she started take vitamin to make her feel better while us always at her side, talking about everyday life. It was the first time that we really felt as a family like any other. until that day in august of 2008. a Saturday, went that mother, saint, the kindness person of the city, went to see her father for the first time.
Next weeks were hard, on the Tuesday will have a church for her, by the very first time the closets friend of her of work, Taishi, the Nana of ours and the family came to send her farewell. A day that can only remind me of Tim Burton Big Fish, at the end of the film where every body knew the father reunited to the cemetery to say goodbye to the man that inspire them. Yeah she was that. i kind hated the church cause really it bother me that they went handling the basket collecting money, which piss me off profiting of the woman, of this angel, a mother. so i left Earlie, to get home, until so brats that i know came to the rescue and invited me for a drink. next days were hard t we were receiving telephone calls from friends and relatives that were nice of them to be worrying, but god it was feeling more like a telemarketing thing. it was nice but i hated it. My dad and brother went to church cause is a catholic custom, to remember the one that dies by going 9 days to it, my big brother well he have work and the girl to take care, as for me, i was battle ling with my emotion doing everything to forget this tragedy that happen, so i play games, from 8pm to 6am, went to see films with friends after writing reviews, going somewhere that isn't home anymore, and visiting Concha who was like a second mother to us. They were time that i almost collapse, and other i was just wasting money to feel better. But it was useless when you have someone who listen to your problem, or your next creation, she always was there telling me to put my feet to reality. But she believe in me and my potential. Now the house feel like ghost place, there's no shouting or watshing dishes or someone petting the dog she came to like. Is not the same, sure we have a house keeper that cook and clean and we get along with her well. But is hard to discover she was more like your best friend of life that never gave up on you, like whitherspoon did with Joaquin in walk the line. You can never replace the one that die so hard, that till you miss, i haven't seen my shrink, and i won't cause the feeling that i have will haunt me for not promising that one thing that i wanted more in my life to be a somebody in something that i like, or to see her grandchildren. Yeah i till feel it. On the next days it was getting hard to find the perfect cemetery to bury her, the prices were high, and the location were far. So we decide to put her ashes in what is to believe be the catacomb of the church. Were yesterday august the 21st she was lay to rest. Every member of her family were there to see her one last time. No one say a word, but they couldn't when you see somebody that gave something for you, is just a shock, so when i was left with a couple of my younger cousin of the family to say good bye. It was something i wasn't prepare to see her go. so i said some word that will calm my cousin or the next generation. so now i sense her talking to her grandpa, talking about the thing she did with her brothers and sisters, us, and her life. The struggle she put up with everything. top of a cloud at night she look the pretty light of the city, especially of the house, and her family watching on how i m writing this blog dedicated to her.
Now tomorrow is another day to work in something so, this is my last blogging for this one i hope you understand the pain is gain when you see someone that you love disappear, like paper on water. So i see ya on the other side.