I didn’t know it would be your last

I didn’t know that last Christmas in 2015 would be my sister Caroline’s last, or her last birthday, or the last nursing home event, the last hug, the last smile, the last kiss.

I didn’t know that the last time she requested McDonalds fries would be her last. I always thought I would surprise her with them another day. I never did. She kept asking for some small things that I figured there was time to do if not at that moment. Seems there was never enough time.

My sister loved to get phone calls tellsing her about what was going on in your life because ours kept moving on where hers was limited and confined to her bed. The people that took care of her needs became her family. She would tell me about the news she heard. If it was family news and I already knew I would act surprised as if she knew it first. She giggled when that happened.

Each and every year at this time we are missing someone that was a constant in our life, someone we shared love and dreams with. Someone that was connected to us. Remember that this Christmas could be the last for someone in your circle or around your table.

Don’t wait for them to come to you. Go to them. Be with them. Reach out and sacrifice a day, a few hours with them to fill up their tank with some of your love and appreciation for what they mean to you. 

I challenge you as you meet up with friends and family this Christmas to tell them what you love about them and hug them. Let that be your present. It will feel great! Tell others. Life is too short to waste time on things that don’t matter or that can’t love you back like work, house work, laundry, tv shows, video games, phones and anything that takes your time from someone that needs you and wants you in their life. Go out and love and connect and make memories with those that God put in your life. Merry Christmas! God Bless, and If I see you, prepare to get a hug! ❤️❤️Love Christina

The Eclipse

So today as I wait for the total eclipse of 2017, I am reminded of the last Eclipse in my memory.  The one I wrote about of my realization that my father would someday die due to his Tuberculosis.  I was young maybe 10 or 11.  Today I have three grown sons, grandchildren across the US and the world is just as advanced in technology as I believed it would be when I was young.  Cars can’t fly as I believed from “Back to the Future” but the world is definitely different.  Women hold jobs that once were only men’s and I am in a career that men dominated and still do.  We are led by a president that somehow brings out the worst in some of the citizens and yet during this time you see the best in humanity.  People reaching outside of their comfort levels and helping others, standing up for human rights, protecting the land, and trusting in their faith.  It’s wonderful and frightening at the same time.  When I look back to this day years from now, I wonder how things will have changed from today.  I hope this eclipse will start the progression of a dark to light and lead to a softening of hearts where poor direction, unrealistic fears, and dangerous leadership has shifted attitudes of good men and women.

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“If you’re a Trump voter who is tired of being called a bigot…”

COPIED FROM A COMMENT IN THE ARTICLE COMMENTS SECTION (I found the original poster! And they have asked that if you agree, that you share this comment too and credit LM & CR):

“If you’re a Trump voter who is tired of being called a bigot, if you say you voted for him based on gun rights or economic issues, or because you think Hillary really was that awful, and in spite of his rhetoric, rather than because of it, I believe you. If you’re in my life, I clearly don’t think you’re a vile hateful person. But if you’re now watching protests across the country and you don’t understand why, or think they are just being sore losers, let me break something down for you. These people aren’t just angry or sad that someone they didn’t support won the election, they’re scared. 

They’re black Americans who hear talk of law and order and remember a racially charged stop and frisk program, or see an emboldened KKK holding a celebratory parade.  

They’re Muslim Americans who worry that spitting in their face is now okay and violations of their rights to assemble and their rights to privacy are about to come. 

They’re LGBT Americans who fear not just of the loss of marriage rights or restaurants gaining the right not to serve them, but of an administration that thinks it’s more important to research electrocuting the gay out of them than AIDS. 

They’re Hispanic and Latino Americans who are scared their children will be bullied in schools, and their families ripped apart while their culture is mocked. 

They’re women who are wondering if we’ve normalized groping, and if their career endeavors will be judged by their face and body, and not their minds

I believe you when you say you didn’t vote for any of these things. Most of America wasn’t thrilled with the choices we had in this election. But If you didn’t know that this is why they’re protesting, if you think it’s really just about free tuition or more government giveaways, then you, like the elite liberals you love to castigate, have also not been listening. If you’re tired of being called a bigot, then you need to use the same voice you used on Tuesday and speak out against these things fully and clearly. It’s not enough that you didn’t say them yourself. You need to reassure your friends and family members who feel like they no longer have a seat at the table that you still stand with them, even if your priorities were different on Tuesday. If you aren’t willing to do that, then you have no right to call for unity.”

“If you voted for the President because you believe in fiscal conservatism, you should be furious that your tax dollars are going to build a wall that will have zero impact on the effects of immigration.

If you hate the left because of “Political Correctness,” you need to be asking yourself if you’re okay with the President censoring communications from MULTIPLE government organizations like the National Park Service, the EPA and more.

If you voted because you hated Secretary Clinton’s email server, I expect you to be calling your representatives to ask why Steve Bannon and others continue to use their unsecured personal emails and why your president is still using an unsecured Android device.

If you believe that fertilized eggs are people but refugee children are not, you need to stop acting like your concerns are religious.

If you voted because you believed they would better protect you against terrorists, you need to ask yourself why it’s okay that your president just took away $130 million in anti-terror funds from New York with his punishment of Sanctuary Cities.

If you are angry that your insurance is too expensive, you should ask why your senators are repealing ACA without a replacement, an action that will leave 20 million people without insurance at all.

If you believe the Clinton Initiative provided unequal treatment to countries that supported their foundation, you should be livid that your president has moved to block visas from Muslim countries like Syria, Iraq, Iran, Libya, Somalia, Sudan and Yemen, but not places where he has business ties like Egypt, Qatar, Turkey, United Arab Emirates and Saudi Arabia.

This is an opportunity to prove that you voted for the reasons you told me you did. I am taking you seriously, I am taking you literally.” – LM & CR

Saying good bye to Jose

fernandez_1280_2vdff691_o721wrqpI am sitting here watching ESPN’s live coverage of the Jose Fernandez funeral procession in Miami.   Jose, the charismatic Cuban Marlins pitcher died this weekend in a tragic boating accident late in the evening after the Saturday night game.  There are literally thousands of people waiting to see the procession the likes of a dignitary rather than a young 24-year-old baseball player.  You can tell this man was so loved by his Miami Florida community.  He was like the boy next door, or your smiling, friendly cousin. The team is heartbroken as Jose was very loved and admired by his enthusiasm, compassion, and love of the game,  and by his teammates and fans.  What a great example for millions of Latinos, many are immigrants, many are looking for a role model and although Jose wasn’t perfect, none of us are, he was genuine.

He tried four times to get to the US from Cuba and once saved his mother from nearly drowning in their escape.  He knew what America was, and is. This country is comprised of millions of proud Americans, proud immigrants and international visitors come here to visit our great country everyday.   Immigrants have made this country great. They have shed much of there birth county customs and tradions for American ideals.  This young man’s tragic death has united Latino’s and all races in sorrow, and honor.  It was a great thing to see in a world so ready to toss immigrants to the side or say they don’t matter or worse treat them as rapists and murderers as a current presidential candidate would have us believe.  Most Americans know what our America is and this young man is the American experience and a true story of perseverance, courage, and humility.  Rest in peace Jose Fernandez, you are someone to be admired and honored not in how you died but in how you lived.


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Never forget the beauty, time and age has hidden

I have been trying to sell some of my sister’s dolls. I looked this doll up online to try to find her value and similar dolls are being sold as “ugly” and “scary.” Scary dolls are in fashion now. I refuse to sell her like that. I know my sister would not want that. She kept this doll proudly displayed in her room.

I know this doll was prized among all the others my sister had and she had many!  She was the rescuer of forgotten or unloved dolls.  She always saw the beauty in them.  I tried to imagine what this doll once looked like.  It was hard to see past her current state so I did some retouch in Photo Shop to see her as she once was.


Her name is Mariana
She is an old doll now and some want to call her scary.They want to buy her as a “scary doll” for Halloween.

I refuse to call her scary because I can see
her once beautiful face in my imagination.

You who can only see her now much older face, her lines, discolorations, markings from time,
are missing what makes her Mariana,
and what made her loved.

You all know someone like her.
Never forget the beauty that time has hidden.



For My Pops


40 years ago, on June 17, 1976, my pop held my hand, touched my hair and kissed my hand for the last time. He shut his eyes and left our lives but not our heart and memories. Truth is, he really never left me because I have always felt him around if I needed him. He’s always been able to encourage me to keep going no matter how hard the path. He gently tells me when mom needs me if I was not paying attention. He is the angel that protects my sons no matter how far away they are. Someday I will see him again and he will confirm all the ways he shared these 40 years with us. Pops, I am still loving you and will continue to keep you close to me for the rest of my life.

Until we meet again, your Chula.

Some one wrote these beautiful sentiments that I can imagine my pops sharing with me and that I will share with you

“When you remember me, it means that you carry something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can see me in your mind even though countless years stand between us. It means that I have never completely died to you and those that keep me inside where it counts. The best parts of me I see in you. Those pieces like sand will join with who you are and pass to your children and theirs. They also pass to those that love you. So see, I will never truly be gone, and neither will you.”