Thursday 16
Finally.
That very special day I had longed for so, so many years, arrived.
My son, Christopher, graduated!
He chose not to walk, but that didn't matter to me. I drove to the Art Institute of Atlanta
for Christopher's portafolio show and spend some time with him and Beth.
That is all that mattered to this very proud mother.
"Someday, I will see your name in the big letters in a movie theatre"
I have said that since he was five years old...
I wish I could say I have better photos of this important day. But I don't. Chris does not
enjoy having photos taken. Oh, well... I wasn't about to ruffle this artist's feathers. Beth,
my daughter-in-law took a few with her camera and I was content with that. Anyway,
I was still in a daze from the yesterday's events. Still, Mama, shot a few pics from afar.
The one in black pants is Chris. The one in the white pants is Beth.
I just wished there would have been more family to celebrate it with. I knew Chris did too.
If this would have been in Spain, there would have been an outpour of "Aragon" family and
friends filling the place with congratulations, hugs, kisses and lots of laughter. But,not even
Sandra could make it, because Alonso was no longer in daycare.
However, that did not take away from this grand day. The day I was able to look
into those big, beautiful, brown eyes of his and see the little boy that drew on my walls
all grown up. The little boy that had seized his dream, made it true despite having to make
many sacrifices, and become a great young man... a great ARTIST through it all.
I love you *Pitoto.
*Chri's childhood nickname!
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On the way back home, I took some photos. No, I wasn't driving on I- 85 and taking
photos!
I was just stuck in traffic. Which was wonderful, because it would take time away from
DAY 2 of my "vacation" to sit and work on FOOD STORIES.
It was late when I got home, but I worked on my book. Christopher's tenacity inpired me,
and I want him to be proud of me. I want all my kids to be proud of me. I can't go to
college now, but I WILL get this book published...
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FRIDAY 17
1 ) I worked, worked, and worked on my stories.
2) I worked, worked and worked with Alonso's phonics. No meltdown today.
3) We had a major storm.
4) Went to bed exhausted and thinking about Terry and her husband's funeral tomorrow
at noon.
During one of my "writing" breaks. I enjoyed watching the rain with Alonso.
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Saturday 18
Kevin Warren McFarlin
March5, 1968 - June 15, 2011
The funeral service for Terry's husband,
at Wages and Sons Funeral Home in Lawrenceville,
was one that I will not forget in my lifetime.
I did not know Kevin, but by the end of the service I felt I did.
A good, loving husband and father gone too soon.
My deepest sympathy to you, Terry, and your family.
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Sunday 19
This is what I found on my way to church...
It reminded me of myself; split right down the middle. Half of me in the U. S. and the
other half in Spain. I had to turn around and find another way to get to my destination.
Hmmm... Interesting. That's exactly what I am trying to do, because I miss my husband
more than ever.
When I returned from church, I went back into my bedroom. Back to the corner
where my desk is. Back to my flash drive and my stories. Back to sitting until my body hurts,
and I have to drop to my knees to find some relief in order to keep going.
Sometimes, I leave that corner and surface to breath...
and to enjoy the little moments, that bring me some joy.
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Monday 20 and Tuesday 21
I cooked...
I collected flags...
Ecuador
Romania
Hungary
Russia
France
Argentina 
Malaysia
