HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CAROLYN

Today is Carolyn, my daughter's,birthday. God Bless you, baby. I wish you all the happiness your heart can hold. May God bless you now and always.

All my love, mama.

HAPPY FATHER´S DAY, DAD

My father was very special to me. He was there for me after my mom died leaving me a child, aged 7. I was sent to live with my grandmother and aunt in Corozal Town and my dad would send money every month to support me, my grandmother and aunt.

What I remember best about FRANS RAYMOND YSAGUIRRE was that he was a giant among men. He was an architect who had studied in Puerto Rico and I was so proud to have him for a father.

He designed and builded many important building we see around Belize City, such as, Scotch Kirk and The Belize Bank Market Square. He also built many of the bridges and worked with Don Fairweather on the design and construction of Corozal Town after Hurricane Janet in 1955.

Dad, thank you for being a father and a friend. I miss chatting with you across the dinner table but I know you had to go build mansions in heaven. I love you and miss you.

LA MUERTE, TU MUERTE/ DEATH, YOUR DEATH

THIS BLOG IS WRITTEN IN ENGLISH AND SPANISH.
IT IS DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF ABEL MARTIN LOPEZ RODRIGUEZ, (MY HUSBAND), ABEL ALEXANDER (OUR UNBORN SON) CAROLYN U. GILL(MY MOTHER), FRANS RAYMOND YSAGUIRRE (MY FATHER), ADA MAUD SMITH (MY GRANDMOTHER), BRENDA ANGELA YSAGUIRRE (MY AUNT)


LA MUERTE, TU MUERTE
Todo regresa a su fuente original, ha de volver a su fuente original. Si comprendes la vida, también comprenderás la muerte. La vida es un olvidarse de la fuente original y la muerte es recordarla de nuevo.
La vida es alejarse de la fuente original, la muerte es regresar a casa.
La muerte no es algo repugnante. La muerte es hermosa. Pero, la muerte es bella solamente para aquellos que han vivido la vida sin inhibiciones, plenamente, sin represión.
La muerte es hermosa solamente para aquellos que han vivido su vida de forma bella, que no se han sentido asustados de vivir, que han tenido el coraje suficiente para vivir, que han amado, que han bailado, que han gozado.
La muerte se convierte en la celebración suprema SI TU VIDA HA SIDO UNA CELEBRACION.
Déjame que te diga de este modo: lo que tu vida ha sido, la muerte lo desvelara. Si has sido un desdichado en la vida, la muerte revelara esa desdicha. La muerte es el gran revelador.
Di has sido feliz en tu vida, la muerte revelara esa felicidad. Si solamente has vivido una vida comodidades físicas y de placeras físicos, entonces por supuesto, la muerte será algo muy desagradable e incomodo porque has de abandonar el cuerpo.
El cuerpo solamente es una morada temporal, un refugio en el que pasamos la noche y que dejamos por la mañana. No es tu morada permanente. NO ES TU CASA.



DEATH, YOUR DEATH
Everything returns to its original source, it must return to its original source. If you understand life, you will also understand death. Life is forgetting the original source and death is remembering it again.
Life is moving away from the original source, death is coming home.
Death is not something disgusting. Death is beautiful. But death is beautiful only to those who have lived life without inhibitions, fully and without repression.
Death is beautiful only to those who have lived their life so beautifully that they have not felt frightened of life. It is beautiful to those who have had the courage to live, to those who have loved, to those who have danced, to those who have enjoyed life to the fullest.
Death becomes the ultimate celebration IF YOUR LIFE HAS BEEN A CELEBRATION.
Let me tell you this: what your life has been, death will reveal. If you've been unfortunate in life, death will reveal that misery. Death is the great revealer.
If you have been happy in your life, death will reveal that happiness. If you only lived a life of physical comfort and physical pleasure, then of course, death is something very unpleasant and uncomfortable because you have to leave the body.
The body is only a temporary dwelling, a shelter where we spend the night and which leave in the morning. It is not your permanent abode. IT IS NOT YOUR HOUSE.