Mi querida Abuelita, Felipe Umana

Mi querida Abuelita

by Felipe Umafia '11

Desde mis primeras memorias, te quise sin pensario mucho, con tu sonrisa alegre y tu presencia carinosa...eso sf te lo conte, Abuelita. And your respect for activity and work has become a major facet of who I am, never once idle, or undeservingly so... but that I never told you...

Tus pruebas con el ingles me daban risa, pero nunca una risa irrespetuosa; y como me lo dijiste una vez, tu tambien lo pensabas 'beri fani', no? Jaja...eso sf te dije, Abuelita. And your cooking—oh, how I loved your cooking! I would always wonder with what magic you prepared, in my mind, your world famous soups... but that I never asked you...

Cuando te contaba de mis planes del futuro, fuiste alguien que jamas los puso en duda; los aceptabas con una sonrisa eterna de orgullo...eso sf te lo agradecf, Abuelita. And when you visited me across the ocean, did you know that I asked myself where your delicate feet had traveled? Across three continents, through civil strife... but I never inquired further...

Sabes que siempre escribf tu tftulo de abuela con mayuscula? Like the title of a queen, like the title of one whose life impacted the history of the world forever. And that you did. For me.

But I guess you never knew...Oh, but you did. Because if there is one thing I knew you felt, breathed, saw, lived, it was the adoration and respect I had for you. And you know, Abuelita, it's still there, unfaltering. This...this is for you.