i love influencing my brother, and love how he inspires me as well, we have been conversation ever since i've been back down at home....hes so different then me, but the same...he is more the conservative type, but still open minded, and I am the risk taker, no me digas, haha....anyways, the funeral was beautiful....so surreal.....at times.....i was a pallbearer, and the casket was heavy and was hurting my knuckles really bad, but i loved the pain, i felt like i could lift my grandfather above my head with the help of the family....it was weird the way the pallbearing was set up, my mom has two bros and 2 sis's, but only one bro and one sis have children, those two have two boys just like my parents...and ones smaller then us and the others are smaller then them, height wise......
nash___jr.____me__
grandpa vega
joel__carlos__stuart_
anyways we had it at this baroque style church and it was beautiful, i dont take any denomination with religions, but i felt it that day....when we were taking his body from the car, i heard that large bell ring, and my body just stopped, i felt so good but sad at the same time, of course tears were running down my face, but i felt i wasnt there, it was like a feeling of bitter bliss.....the ceremony was beautiful......i love my mexican side of the family, so much love to teach....they arent as material as others....not at all.....we were all celebrating, talking about life, about him, about children.....children, i love them so much more then people or age and older, no drugs or alcohol to have fun, just energy... it was funny because i heard many children crying during this trip, and it would make me smile, weird, i just thought it was cute and beautiful.....
the night before, after the rosary, me and my immediate fam went to a hotel to stay....but i couldnt go to sleep, i was walking around, and this was a pretty nice place..and i start playing this white grand piano in the lobby, i see this gay guy and his friend, which is a lady, and i talked to them and tell them ill meet them in the hot tub after i'm done playing piano, they were interesting, but i was dressed all in white and i forgot that i didnt bring any clothes, so i just jumped in in my white pants, bad idea, see through, but fuck it, live it. so i'm done talkn to them and go back to the lobby to play more piano...and i start playing the castle song from zelda..and i stop and ask the receptionist, the only person in the room, if she played nintendo...she said"i still do" and i was like fuckn A....so i start talking to her and she is a musician who plays 12string nylon guitar and accordion, and is learning to play piano....so we shit the breeze about life, music, history, ect......she shared a bag of m and m's with me...cute....so i told her after an hour.."i dont mean to be like the typical male or anything, but i was wondering if, you know, maybe if i come back to brownsville...i can get your number and i can call you and we can go get a couple of drinks.." and she immediately gave me her number.....latinas...anyways ill stop boring
bye
nash___jr.____me__
grandpa vega
joel__carlos__stuart_
anyways we had it at this baroque style church and it was beautiful, i dont take any denomination with religions, but i felt it that day....when we were taking his body from the car, i heard that large bell ring, and my body just stopped, i felt so good but sad at the same time, of course tears were running down my face, but i felt i wasnt there, it was like a feeling of bitter bliss.....the ceremony was beautiful......i love my mexican side of the family, so much love to teach....they arent as material as others....not at all.....we were all celebrating, talking about life, about him, about children.....children, i love them so much more then people or age and older, no drugs or alcohol to have fun, just energy... it was funny because i heard many children crying during this trip, and it would make me smile, weird, i just thought it was cute and beautiful.....
the night before, after the rosary, me and my immediate fam went to a hotel to stay....but i couldnt go to sleep, i was walking around, and this was a pretty nice place..and i start playing this white grand piano in the lobby, i see this gay guy and his friend, which is a lady, and i talked to them and tell them ill meet them in the hot tub after i'm done playing piano, they were interesting, but i was dressed all in white and i forgot that i didnt bring any clothes, so i just jumped in in my white pants, bad idea, see through, but fuck it, live it. so i'm done talkn to them and go back to the lobby to play more piano...and i start playing the castle song from zelda..and i stop and ask the receptionist, the only person in the room, if she played nintendo...she said"i still do" and i was like fuckn A....so i start talking to her and she is a musician who plays 12string nylon guitar and accordion, and is learning to play piano....so we shit the breeze about life, music, history, ect......she shared a bag of m and m's with me...cute....so i told her after an hour.."i dont mean to be like the typical male or anything, but i was wondering if, you know, maybe if i come back to brownsville...i can get your number and i can call you and we can go get a couple of drinks.." and she immediately gave me her number.....latinas...anyways ill stop boring
bye
- dude, that is exactly how I felt with my grandmother recently.. beautifuly morbid in a sense..