She's living the life I want (A Rant - By Amy)

It's not fair. 

(This is Amy again, by the way)

Today, my abuela is 94.  NINETY-FOUR!!  And where is she?  MIAMI.

Perhaps you don't quite understand.  I live with her, HERE, in Orange County.  But about a month ago, she decided to take a trip to MIAMI and visit her OLDER (yes, OLDER) brother.  He will be 97 in May.  (but, as Mom always says, that's not important right now).

So my abuela left for Miami, went to my cousin's 30th Birthday Blow-out party in South Beach, and has been visiting all her friends and partying all month.

I WISH I was in Miami.  I belong in Miami.  I should've been at the birthday party.  But instead, I'm knee deep into funeral preparations.

Speaking of funerals, I would like to take this moment to thank all of you so much for your kind words.  I really appreciate all the love being sent this way.

That being said, last year when my abuela turned 93 I spent the whole day with her and then that night we threw her a party.

This year, I call her to say, "Felicidades Abuela!" and the response was:
"Gracias, hija!  Te extrano mucho, pero no puedo hablar, me voy pa' una fiesta!"

Great.  She's going to a party tonight and I don't even have a date with Blockbuster. :-(

So what's the lesson here?  That I have to wait until I'm in my 90s to party in Miami?  I am SO NOT OK with that.

Despite the fact that I wish I was there, I'm thrilled to have such AWESOME genes.
I love that I can say, "My 94 year old abuela is celebrating her birthday in Miami."
And I'm grateful that she is still around and so "with-it" (even if she's more "with-it" than I am).

HEAVY SIGH.

Felicidades Abuela!