The song I decided to use is, Si no Te hubieras ido by Marco Antonio Solis. In English it translates to If you hadn’t left by Marco Antonio Solis. He is a Mexican singer, musician, composer and producer. I love this song because this is the song I would listen to over and over after my grandma passed away. Her passing was hard on me because I was close to her and this song is what made it easier for me to sleep at night. She passed away in 2006 when I was a junior in high school. My family and I visited her every weekend at the nursing home. She disliked being at the nursing home away from her family. At the same time, it was the only way for her to be taken care of. She was paralyzed from her left side of the body from a stroke and diabetes. Also, she was a little heavy. Therefore, they were unable to lift her up and do the activities of daily living. Between her sons and daughters they all decided that her being in a nursing home is the best decision for her and everyone else. After she passed away in 2006 I visited her grave one more time and that was the last time I went. It took me nine years to be able to go back, because I just didn’t want to remember the last days I spend with her. The last time I was at her …show more content…
But after she passed away my character changed I fell into a depression. After high school, I started drinking, smoke, experiment with drugs, and pushing people away because I didn’t want people to get close and later loose them. I started to rebel against my parents and they didn’t know what happened to me. They didn’t know how to control me again. In reality, they didn’t know the reason I was acting like this was because I missed my grandma and I wanted her back and I could still remember the way she laid was in her
Genaro Padilla, author of the article Yo Sola Aprendi: Mexican Women’s Personal Narratives from Nineteenth-Century California, expands upon a discussion first chronicled by the historian, H. H. Bancroft and his assistants, who collected oral histories from Spanish Mexican women in the 1870’s American West. Bancroft’s collection, however, did not come from this time period, but closer to the 1840s, a time where Mexican heritage still played a strong presence throughout most of California. These accounts, collected from many different women, in many various positions and lifestyles, shows just how muted the Mexican female voice could be during this era.
I, of course, knew my mother as a mother. As I have reached adulthood and become a mother myself, I have also known her as a friend. My mom shared much of herself with me, and I saw sides of my mother as she struggled with her cancer that I had never seen before, especially her strong belief in positive thinking and the importance of quality of life. I was privileged to know so many facets of my mother, but certainly I did not know all. There were parts of her life that I didn’t see, relationships that I didn’t know about. Last night, at the wake, so many stories were told to me about my mom’s strength, courage, humor, kindness, her quietness, her loyalty as a friend. It was so special to hear of these things that my mom said and did, to know some of these other parts of her life. I hope that her friends and family will continue to share these stories with me and with each other so we can continue to know and remember my mom.
When one thinks of mariachi, he thinks of a classic band of men, playing guitars and wearing sombreros- and to a certain degree, this is true. However, there is much more behind this genre of music than the cliché, mustached men. In the epic poem, Yo Soy Joaquin, Rodolfo Corky Gonzales incorporates mariachi music due to its significance in Mexican culture, evoking of valued tradition, and conveyance of strong, soulful emotion.
Painting has been used as a form to convey different messages globally and it has come to be one of the most preserved and valuable items. A popular saying used is that a picture can paint a thousand words. Jose Bedia is a renowned painter who was born and raised in Cuba. He gained popularity due to his Neo-Primitivistic figurative style that was inspired by his Santeria faith and Christian beliefs. This attribute has mostly shaped his art pieces since he mostly depicts mythical elements, altars and sacramental imagery. He has made many masterpieces that have been sold globally. In the essay, we review the " Si se pudiera (If only I could)" art work that was done in 1993. There various forms of art that are used by different artist, Jose Bedia mostly specializes in painting. Painting is the art of applying paint, color and other medium to a solid surface. "Si se pudiera (If only I could)" is a painting that was done in 1993 by Jose Bedia and
I remeber seeing the tearso on my grandmothers face when she looked into my eyes for the last time. I still wonder whether she was emotional due to fact that i was leaving Italy , or perhaps she knew when she looked at me that it was our last moment together . Its hard to believe that seven years have passed since i sat with my grandmother on her balcony , seven years since i went shopping with her , and seven years since our last moment together.
Life is short, and so we should make the most out of what we have. After the funeral all of us were distraught, but the person I believe it hurt the most was Shane. He was really close and cared deeply for her. But even though you could tell that it really hit him, he still stayed strong for the rest of us. This was definitely a hard time for us all, and though at first I was lost, I somehow managed to pick myself up with the help of my family. After all, life moves on whether you are ready or not. Like a never ending rollercoaster, if you do not get on, you will be left behind. If you blink, you will miss it. Life is a short and precious thing, so l must live it to the fullest and without regrets. Though I miss my grandmother very much, I will keep moving forward, for I know that is what she would have wanted, and that she will forever be in my memories and heart. I think of enchiladas and I remember her and all the memories that come with it. So to my dear grandma, who has left us behind I wish you a
this was a huge loss for her. She adored her boys and their spouses and grandchildren. She always asked me to pray for all of them. She was a wonderful example for the community to witness ...
When it comes to languages- language is a major role that helps us communicate. Whether it's solving an issue or informing one another. In society, language can either make you feel as if you're apart of a civilization or it can make you feel isolated if you don't speak it the proper way. In the article, Se Habla Español, by Tanya Maria Barrientos, Barrientos talks about how growing up Hispanic and not being able to speak her native language (Spanish) was very challenging. Barrientos came to America from Guatemala in the year of 1963 at the age of three. Since then, Barrientos wasn't able to speak her language due to her parents assimilating into the American culture. Back then, America wasn't the most accepting country. Anyone who identified themselves as Mexican American or Afro American was viewed and considered dangerous radicals. Barrientos parents just wanted Barrientos to grow up, living outside of the American stereotype of minorities. Another writing that supports my accusation about how language and physical appearance can make a person feel isolated is Mother Tongue by Amy Tan. Tan expresses that her mother is Chinese and she speaks what Americans called "Broken English". According to http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=broken+english "Broken English is a "Incorrect or awkwardly structured English, usually spoken or written by non-native speakers." "Broken+English." Urban Dictionary. N.p., n.d. Web. 28 Nov. 2015.
I can’t begin to express how hard it is for me to stand here before you and give my last respects to my loving mother - name here. From the biography that was handed out you can recall that during the her early years in the united states she studied and worked in New York where she met and married my dad, the love of her life. They spent the rest of their days loyal and in love with one another. Unfortunately, one day my father passed away with cancer at a young age. My dad was the one who suffered the most, but my mom suffered right along with him. She felt powerless, and for my mom- powerlessness turned in to guilt and grief, a painful distress she lived with on a daily basis for the next six years. When he died part of her died! Life for her was never the same again. I was not able to completely understand her loss- until now…
The field of nursing is a career that has interested me for years now. It has become a very popular specialty of healthcare to go into each year for many adults. After working in healthcare at Marietta Memorial Hospital for a few months in the lab and the rest as an ER technician, I have come to the conclusion that I want to make the next step in my career and pursue to become a registered nurse as a profession. My father has been my biggest influence for me to pursue registered nursing as a lifelong career. He passed away this past May from strokes, and for the past few years I would help take care of him, make sure he would take his medications, and educate him on what would go on at his doctor 's appointments and what was going on when
She had also shown me how it felt to lose someone you love; it was my first family member that passed away. There was never a devastated or mad time after her passing; it's strange, but she helped me know that saying goodbye was not necessarily a bad thing. At her funeral my sister and I drew her so many pictures to put in her casket so we could make her happy since she was going away. It pushed me to continue to push through obstacles and try my best so she would be proud of me.
Fortunately, my mom has gotten better, but the environment around her is physically and emotionally draining, nonetheless I will continue to support her throughout my life. While at UCLA, I was physically there for my mom and it was one of the greatest feelings in the world. This reflects the determined, focused, and motivated person I am because I take part in school clubs and organizations that aid students who have similar problems, so no one else would have to endure experiences like mine. Being there for my mom made me a stronger person and it pushed me to continue fighting for problems that are set aside in our
I have been very fortunate to have known my maternal and paternal grandparents and great-grandparents. We enjoy a close family and always have. Sadly, my first experience with a close death was when my paternal grandma died at the age of sixty-four of colon cancer. I was in the ninth grade when she died and hers’ was the first wake and funeral I had experienced. I remember having nightmares for weeks after the funeral. As I grew older, I lost my
She could explain anything to me and I would understand straight away. She helped a lot for my education and always was there to help. My parents knew that she could teach me and show how hard it is these days and how hard I should work. That is why they always made sure I saw her enough but it never was for me.
Eventually, it became necessary to attend school and it was a hard transition being away from her for periods of time much longer than I was used to. She then started to feel the affects of old age. Her family whom she cared for so deeply took advantage of her poor health and state of mind until they broke her body down completely.