Funeral

I’m not the kind of guy to cry at funerals. I didn’t cry at my grandma’s, I didn’t cry at my grandpa’s. Lately, I’ve wondered if that was a reflection of me or them. I don’t think it’s either. A lack of tears is not a lack of love. Don’t worry, this post isn’t going to be a somber one. It’s just something that’s been on my mind for some time now.

I guess what got me thinking about death and funerals and my lack of waterworks is all the good that is happening in my life right now. For the past year and a half Cristina and I have struggled financially. Living paycheck to paycheck is sometimes the best we could hope for. And though we haven’t fully emerged from those mirky waters, I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.

I'd be remiss not to acknowledge that us coming this far without divorcing or sacrificing the well-being of our children is a testament to the loving, selfless family members we have. I personally feel inclined to mention that my mom has been our rock that we can always count on. Whether it is spotting a month of rent or “lending” (because God knows I haven’t done good to pay back my debts, but same day I will!) us a money to pay for gas and two weeks worth of groceries, she always does whatever she can (and can’t) to help our little family through the hard times.

The overall tone of Avocado Mornings has been light and funny, accentuating only the good in our lives,  but the truth is without the dips and valleys, the peaks don’t seem as high. When the kids get to this blog post in an attempt to get a glimpse of what was going on in their home around this time, I hope they realize that they became the people they are not just because Cristina and I did all we could, but because Cristina and I did all we could and had the help of our families to fill in the gaps of our shortcomings.