Abuelita died at 96. It was a good and long life for her. She wasn’t the kindest woman but she expressed herself deeply when times called for it.
Anyway—her grandfather and my great great grand father— fought for Zapata during the Mexican Revolution. It was motivating to see her alive and retell his war stories.
I dunno how to feel. The world is shit. Having hope is hard. I also feel bad about missing her stories more than her…
I dunno… shits hard right now.
RIP to a real one.
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I also have some family history of revolutionaries. My great grandfather once marched with gandhi and fought with the independence movement.
I almost said that my grandfather did, but then I realised that it’s been a long time. WW2 is 3 generations past. Crazy.