May can be a hard month for me. It's my birthday. It's Mother's Day. It's Santi's birthday this Saturday. We would have made 25 years on the 29th of May. We would have made it to a quarter of a century. I can't believe that two birthdays of his has passed without him!!! I miss him. I miss his crazy jokes. I miss the way he would listen to all of my stories. I miss his stories. I miss just sitting next to him watching television. Add to all the nostalgia, graduation, end of the year deadlines and I have something like my own personal Perfect Storm.
Rather than focusing on the bad and the sad, a Santi story came to me which made me just want to share his craziness. When we got married, about a month after 9/11, Santi had never been on a plane before. I didn't really want to take a really long plane ride if he was going to freak out. I planned on going to Walt Disney World. I mean I planned an awesome trip. Epcot, MGM, the Magic Kingdom, the Animal Kingdom, Cirque du Soleil, I mean, there was even a dance club.
Well, we spent the day at one of the parks and then we ended up at Cirque du Soleil. I didn't have a chance to change. I had a whole look planned with the make up and everything. We were worried that we weren't going to get there in time. We had the perfect seats. Santi needed to have popcorn and soda which put us further behind schedule. I had just told him that I was glad that we were toward the back because I was wearing sweats and was looking awful. I was arguing with Santi about stopping to get popcorn when the show was starting. I don't know why but he gave the tickets to these clowns. So we followed the clowns. The clowns didn't stop at our seats. They walked right up to the stage. Apparently they were arguing. They were arguing like we were arguing. They walked up on the stage with our tickets. They could not decide where our seats were and we were off stage clued into the fact that we were now part of the show!!! Finally the clowns put the tickets on the stage and decided that these were our seats. Santi went right up onto the stage and sat right on the stage where they put the tickets down. He was always such a ham! I don't know how he got up without spilling the popcorn. And I was just saying how I was a mess and I was glad to be in the back so that no one would see me. Hahahaha!!! Think again!!! After the show, people were coming up to us and saying what a good job we did. Well, not me, but him. It was so much fun!!! We had so much fun.
So, I'm saying a praying and holding on till June. I suggest you do the same.