It is very interesting that it was around Mother’s Day last year that I started blogging. I wrote my feelings about my mother at that time. I think of the many women in my life who have influenced me in a maternal way and have affected my life in my growth as a man and as human being.
My mother, Joyce, whose unconditional love, intelligence and deep spirituality will always be my compass to navigate my life by and whose friendship I cherish in my adulthood today.
My grandmothers, Rosario and Maria, who no are no longer with us, I thank them for the legacy of my heritage and the love of my culture. I am a son of many cultures but I am especially a son of the Chamorro people which because of my grandmothers I hold that honor with a special pride and the commitment to keep that heritage alive.
To my great grandmother, Lucia, who I knew only in her very old age, for reminding me that life must be lived to its fullest and that there is a special dignity and place in our senior years. She also was a great connection to my past ancestors.
To my aunties, who were my extended moms and babysitters, thanks for watching out for me while I was growing up. You were my village that helped raised me.
To my sister Michelle, for surviving being the only girl among four brothers. You were never blessed with children but you have been the best Auntie to all your nieces and nephews. Yes, you have also been a great sister. Okay, I admit it in writing.
To Dee Abernethy, my “adopted” mom, from Utah. You were the blessing that came into my life while I lived thousands of miles away from my own mother. God chose you for me and made you my guardian angel.
To my brave “adopted” sister, Marsha Abernethy, you are my hero.
This Mother’s Day reminds me that my life would not have been as wonderful without the great women in my life. I celebrate them and my gratitude is full towards them today and all year long.