I have Izzy’s singing as my current ring tone and everytime my phone rings, people look at me a little weird. This one should be just as fun. 
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I just realized, after attaching the audio, that I am going to get some unwanted traffic…
Being all into memories and stuff, I thought it would be fun to link to old posts. I’ve seen other sites do this daily or weekly, but that’s too much for me. I figure once a month wouldn’t get too annoying but would still be fun.
I wanted to post more, but I’ve made so many changes that some posts aren’t displaying correctly. I have to go back and fix them before I feel comfortable linking to them. In the infamous words of Doc Brown, “I’ll see you in the future!”
When it rains, it pours. The ironic part is I thought it was pouring before! Nope, I’m pretty sure it’s pouring now.
In the span of a week, I lost an uncle, Ciri lost a mentor, and if that’s not enough stress, Ciri gets into a horrible accident. The stress comes more from Ciri’s well-being than from the accident itself. Which, actually, makes it worse.
Today is my uncle’s funeral back in California. I feel sad that his time was so short here, but also that I’m not there for everyone. On the other hand, I feel like I could be preparing for a funeral too – Ciri’s accident could have been much worse.
I’m finding myself a bit conflicted. I want to mourn my uncle properly but I am ecstatic that Ciri is alive and not breathing out of a tube or living in a full body cast.
My mantra all day has been that it’s ok to be happy, my uncle would TOTALLY understand my feelings. But, it’s not just about him. My cousins, aunts and uncles, and my family are all experiencing the grieving process.
So, I’m convincing myself that this is all just a cycle of life. A day will come when I have to experience the same feelings as my family is experiencing today. Hopefully I feel the same way on that day as I do now:
Damn, it’s good to be alive.
My favorite Mentor died last week. I was so heartbroken. This morning, in an effort to miss a deer and an oncoming vehicle, I crashed my car. I ended up flipping it twice (at least). I was wearing my seat belt and the airbags helped, but most of all, God. The emergency personnel on the scene were baffled as to how I got out with only a few scratches.
I wasn’t.
Be it God, or His newest angel, I am eternally grateful. Mr. Allen, you watched over me many years ago, and I owe you my life. Again.
Update: I added some more pictures after I went to see the car for myself. It was very emotional for me, but I also found a beauty to the way the car was bent in different directions. -Juan
My brothers words: “My tio Carlos zizumbo! A BADASS! A CHAMP! in the hospital after a stroke on life support…probably still b able to kick my ass! Keep fighting tio we love you!”
I love this photo of him.
He passed away early this morning.