Bloodlines

Friday, September 23, 2011

Although grandma had a rough night she sleeps in and wakes up feeling refreshed.  We head out to buy groceries for the next few days and while we are out in the town square we ran into my aunt Luz and grandma’s sister Maxi.  Together after doing the shopping we all sit at the town square, relax and catch up.  People from neighboring ranches pass by us and they stop to say hi and chat with all three of them.  It’s odd to see everyone knows one another and everyone is connected somehow.  Grandma and her sister have stories to share about everyone passing by and discuss what “houses” they come from meaning family lines.  One of the many beautiful things about being Mexican is the way a persons name honors both father and mother.  People here use both their father and mother’s last name as a way of identifying family lines.  One is never far away from where they come from and here I am back to where I came from.  I guess the universe wanted to remind me that I have a past I cant shake and that no matter how long I live in the U.S. and how Americanized I become I cant forget my heritage.  I may be whoever I want to be but the universe reminds me that my blood and my blood lines have already determined who I am.