Rites of passage
Funerals are ceremonies which nobody wants to be, the loss of a loved being, pain and suffering that can be seen on the face of people trying to remember the happy times spent with being loving. My grandmother was a very active person; she always kept in constant motion. From one place to another she bought and sold flowers for your own business. But with age, she suffered a serious illness called Alzheimer she had to come and live here in Los Angeles, California. My aunt brought her thinking that she had made a good decision for her, but over only 5 years her mind and her body began worn by the lack of activities, this strong woman, a good businessman, hardworking and socially active was gone.
Mid-year 2009, my aunt tells my mom that my grandmother wanted to return to Guatemala as possible. My aunt did not understand what was the reason why my grandmother wanted to, because she had everything here, medical treatments, medicine that would be impossible to buy there, etc. Listing this my mother decided to come to live a while with them, and my mom took care of my grandmother for a few months and during those months she repeated and repeated the same "I want to return to Guatemala because if I die I will not be aware here, because I want to be aware in my home country " with tears in her eyes and a pained face. My mom saw the suffering she is going through, she decided to work hard to buy a plane ticket. A few months she adjusted enough to buy the tickets. The only problem was that my mom had to deal with my aunt that she did not want her to go anywhere, but my mom's perseverance paid off as they together decided on a date that my grandmother could go without any problem. Two of them did not say anything to my grandmother waiting for her to be excited. Normally the days passed, she came and went from hospital to hospital, medical appointments