Abuelita mía, Please hold up our hearts from heaven. And in that process, May the million strings of light that connect us be eternal, and fruitful: as you were and shall be. I will write about you until my hands cramp, wrinkle, and resemble yours. I will talk about you until my mouth dries and ages and people start to call ME Abuela. I will laugh and cry enough for millions of lifetimes, because ten minutes with you can supply one with enough love and wisdom for that. I miss you. Beyond words. And I will miss you with a pain I could never erase, but a pain I will carry like a badge of honor, knowing that my soul has the absolute privilege of being tethered to yours. The privilege that allows me to see those millions of tiny feathery beams of light, connected from each and every one of us that loved you, up to you. Dancing in perfect harmony until we can be together again. Te quiero Abuelita. Thank you to everyone who has sent love, light, and prayers. They are felt, appreciated, and needed. Let’s celebrate the glory that was Gloria Fajardo. I Cry for her as the sky does on this rainy day, and to anyone else who shares that pain, we grow as one unit of light, ever larger, ever stronger, for a woman who far exceeded her physical state and forever will. I love you. I love you. I love you. A post shared by Emily Estefan (@emily_estefan) on Jun 14, 2017 at 8:46am PDT
Abuelita mía, Please hold up our hearts from heaven. And in that process, May the million strings of light that connect us be eternal, and fruitful: as you were and shall be. I will write about you until my hands cramp, wrinkle, and resemble yours. I will talk about you until my mouth dries and ages and people start to call ME Abuela. I will laugh and cry enough for millions of lifetimes, because ten minutes with you can supply one with enough love and wisdom for that. I miss you. Beyond words. And I will miss you with a pain I could never erase, but a pain I will carry like a badge of honor, knowing that my soul has the absolute privilege of being tethered to yours. The privilege that allows me to see those millions of tiny feathery beams of light, connected from each and every one of us that loved you, up to you. Dancing in perfect harmony until we can be together again. Te quiero Abuelita. Thank you to everyone who has sent love, light, and prayers. They are felt, appreciated, and needed. Let’s celebrate the glory that was Gloria Fajardo. I Cry for her as the sky does on this rainy day, and to anyone else who shares that pain, we grow as one unit of light, ever larger, ever stronger, for a woman who far exceeded her physical state and forever will. I love you. I love you. I love you.
A post shared by Emily Estefan (@emily_estefan) on Jun 14, 2017 at 8:46am PDT
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