Recently, my family arrive, specifically my aunt and my grandmother are visiting us from Cuba. I had planned, coordinated, saved with them in mind these last few months. It was with much heartache that I soon realized they would not be staying with me. My aunt and cousin that live in Georgia drove down to my house, and from there we all drove to Miami to pick them up at the airport. The excitement I felt waiting for my loved ones to appear was unexplainable. Although, I was tired and in pain, I was extremely happy to see them. I felt like a little girl reunited with her family. My parents were the only ones missing, and I surely missed them. So, we received them, and 2 days later it was decided I would be left alone. I would be left exactly as I was found. But this is something I could stand, after all I made the decision to move down to Florida without my family, and I have been doing okay. I have my moments of loneliness. I have my moments of despair, but I know God is there, and I know that by making a phone call to my the woman who gave me life my worries diminish.
Going back to my family that just arrived for a 3 month visit. I felt the dynamic to be distant even though there is love between us. So this is where the title of this posting will make sense. In October of 1995, my parents, brother and I boarded a plane to come to the promise land leaving our family behind. That implied a better future for us, but a distancing from the family that saw me when I was born, raised me and took care of me. I lost that spiritual connection with them. It hurts me to admit it, but I am no longer a part of that family circle. I am the granddaughter, niece, cousin that left her family to have a bright future. It is true that with the good always comes that bad. With this thought, I can’t help but think of Fidel Castro and the destruction of millions of families separated for the same reason. Fidel Castro does not pay in a million years what he has done to the people of Cuba. No one understands what it is like to live in a country where freedom is an idea, never a reality. Where families leave their country, not because they want to but because they have to. Doing something as an obligation for a better life is not the same as doing something for the pleasure of it, as I am sure many of you have realized.
May you have a Blessed day.