I found out Sunday that my abuelo (Papa Manuel) passed away early this morning. It wasn't unexpected - the man was 106 years old and had been married for 83 years. He had recently had a stroke, and his last days were spent in and out of lucidity. I have only met him twice since he lives -lived - in Panama. But he's one of those people that you don't forget. Full of spirit and mischief, up until recently he would sneak a beer with one or two of the great grandchildren. At their 75th wedding celebration, it was joked that between Mama Chela and Papa Manuel, they fathered a village. They had 9 children and over 200 grandchildren and great grandchildren. I am one of the grandchildren, and my four kids are the great grandchildren, and now my grandchildren were their great great grandchildren. I'm sad for him in a way, though I realize the man led a long, long...very long life. And until his stroke he was completely lucid.His long life included a machete knife fight for his wife - who had developed a love for another man, but apparently they two men had it out with machetes by a river....my abuelo lost a finger in the fight, but won his wife back....and they had a few more children and ended up married for 83 years.
The man was no angel - as evidenced by the machete fight (hey, sometimes you gotta fight for your woman!) - but I know there are many family members who are mourning his passing.
So I don't really feel like listing books that I've read. I kind of want to - --- but then again.
On top of that news, I'm experiencing my first visit from "Aunt Flow" in over a year - complete with the worst cramps - probably feel worse because it's been so long. I thought I was done with all this crap - but no. The uterus has other ideas...
between the abuelo and the uterus - not feeling up to doing much.
See y'all later
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