Post by Jack Jones on Apr 2, 2019 14:15:01 GMT -5
I went to a funeral yesterday. I haven't been to one since my stepfather died almost 3 years ago. I miss him very much, most knew him as Shadow, I just called him dad. Even after he and my mother divorced he remained dad to me. She didn't try to take me away from him. She knew better. But with my uncle that was a different situation. I found out my uncle died late Saturday night. I barely knew the man, but he was family. He lived in Mexico. I had only ever been to Mexico twice in my life, both times with my mother and Shadow.
It was strange to say the least. Sadly my Spanish is not as good as it should have been. The country is mostly beautiful and it seems untouched in places. Everywhere you would look you would see tiny little stores, selling tortillas, spicy candies, little taquerias (which I must admit I really like). In the plazas which are like huge parks there are people with little stands selling all types of things, trinkets, jewelry, food, toys, birds, pretty much anything you can think of, you can find there. That goes for pretty much any plaza in any city in Mexico. There are people with little baskets and containers selling pork rinds, fruits and vegetables, its quite awesome actually. My favorite are the corn people. They sell this white corn that you cannot find in the states, and they prepare it in a very particular way. I wont go into details suffice to say that one would never think to put mayonnaise and lime on corn, but trust me it is to die for.
As we neared the city I was filled with a little bit of anticipation. Meeting cousins and aunts I never met before would be strange, but that's how it is with many families I would guess. We finally arrive with a scary ride that got us there, there was a few checkpoints from the border to hear, many soldiers and men with rifles and machine guns. There is a war going on in Mexico, but the further we got from the border, the less dangerous things seemed to get.
We arrive at this tiny house, its a 2 bedroom cement house. Painted Easter egg blue, most houses here had those type of colors, pinks, oranges, light blues, my mothers cousin who was driving told us that they painted the houses those colors because they were the most inexpensive to find, any ugly paints are cheap and so that is what they used. I found that sad but a bit amusing in a way.
There were some people standing outside, everyone was either wearing black or white. I was glad I brought the right close, I certainly couldn't go to a funeral wearing my One Punch Man tshirt I had on during the trip.
I met lots of relatives I had never met before. I had 2 cousins who were very pretty. My mother shut down that very quickly. They were my cousins, so keep that in my mind. We exchanged email addresses so maybe we would stay in touch.
At the actual burial, it didn't last more than an hour. I paid my respects to the man and as we were walking down the paths I would look at all the forgotten and broken down crosses and tombs. It was sad. Now I understood why Joey and Shad would go to graveyards and put down flowers for people they never met. People who had been dead 100 years or more. Because we need to pay respects to all those who have come before, know them or not know them.
And as we at a modest meal at the home of my uncle, I felt even more sad. I never got to know him very well. But he was family. He deserved better than this untimely demise. But all demises for the most part would be untimely. I spoke to his wife and his son, got to know them a little and by extent him as well in those two hours we spent there. On the drive back I asked questions to my mother and her cousin. They were happy to answer it and tell me stories of him.
As I got home, my mind couldn't focus on much else. And now a day later I am having to think about Emerson. My mindset isn't really in the match right now. But I still have a week. But there's many a slip twixt the cup and the lip. What I mean to say is that there will always be divergences and things to get in the way of the things we need to do, and things will always come up. It is how we work through those things that determine many things. It is how we fight those adversities that help define us to some extent.
Life and death will always get their way. All I can do is do what I do. Try my best, get my mind right and try as I always try.
Emerson there is no denying you are a worthy opponent. Everyone that has been in SFT the last few years would agree. No one hates you, no one can help liking you. People root for you not because of your in ring abilities but because of who you are, what you say, how you carry yourself. You make it so little kids who have not one ounce of talent think that maybe one day, just maybe one day they can work so hard that they could get a chance. You give people hope, you give me hope. And for that I thank you.
Fade to light
It was strange to say the least. Sadly my Spanish is not as good as it should have been. The country is mostly beautiful and it seems untouched in places. Everywhere you would look you would see tiny little stores, selling tortillas, spicy candies, little taquerias (which I must admit I really like). In the plazas which are like huge parks there are people with little stands selling all types of things, trinkets, jewelry, food, toys, birds, pretty much anything you can think of, you can find there. That goes for pretty much any plaza in any city in Mexico. There are people with little baskets and containers selling pork rinds, fruits and vegetables, its quite awesome actually. My favorite are the corn people. They sell this white corn that you cannot find in the states, and they prepare it in a very particular way. I wont go into details suffice to say that one would never think to put mayonnaise and lime on corn, but trust me it is to die for.
As we neared the city I was filled with a little bit of anticipation. Meeting cousins and aunts I never met before would be strange, but that's how it is with many families I would guess. We finally arrive with a scary ride that got us there, there was a few checkpoints from the border to hear, many soldiers and men with rifles and machine guns. There is a war going on in Mexico, but the further we got from the border, the less dangerous things seemed to get.
We arrive at this tiny house, its a 2 bedroom cement house. Painted Easter egg blue, most houses here had those type of colors, pinks, oranges, light blues, my mothers cousin who was driving told us that they painted the houses those colors because they were the most inexpensive to find, any ugly paints are cheap and so that is what they used. I found that sad but a bit amusing in a way.
There were some people standing outside, everyone was either wearing black or white. I was glad I brought the right close, I certainly couldn't go to a funeral wearing my One Punch Man tshirt I had on during the trip.
I met lots of relatives I had never met before. I had 2 cousins who were very pretty. My mother shut down that very quickly. They were my cousins, so keep that in my mind. We exchanged email addresses so maybe we would stay in touch.
At the actual burial, it didn't last more than an hour. I paid my respects to the man and as we were walking down the paths I would look at all the forgotten and broken down crosses and tombs. It was sad. Now I understood why Joey and Shad would go to graveyards and put down flowers for people they never met. People who had been dead 100 years or more. Because we need to pay respects to all those who have come before, know them or not know them.
And as we at a modest meal at the home of my uncle, I felt even more sad. I never got to know him very well. But he was family. He deserved better than this untimely demise. But all demises for the most part would be untimely. I spoke to his wife and his son, got to know them a little and by extent him as well in those two hours we spent there. On the drive back I asked questions to my mother and her cousin. They were happy to answer it and tell me stories of him.
As I got home, my mind couldn't focus on much else. And now a day later I am having to think about Emerson. My mindset isn't really in the match right now. But I still have a week. But there's many a slip twixt the cup and the lip. What I mean to say is that there will always be divergences and things to get in the way of the things we need to do, and things will always come up. It is how we work through those things that determine many things. It is how we fight those adversities that help define us to some extent.
Life and death will always get their way. All I can do is do what I do. Try my best, get my mind right and try as I always try.
Emerson there is no denying you are a worthy opponent. Everyone that has been in SFT the last few years would agree. No one hates you, no one can help liking you. People root for you not because of your in ring abilities but because of who you are, what you say, how you carry yourself. You make it so little kids who have not one ounce of talent think that maybe one day, just maybe one day they can work so hard that they could get a chance. You give people hope, you give me hope. And for that I thank you.
Fade to light
