As I taxi on this NYC runway I'm taken back to the moment I was last on this pavement making my way home after a piece of me was left behind in this city.
I said goodbye to someone I loved and still love quite deeply. A strong woman who knew to show affection was not weakness but endearment that marked her name on the hearts and minds of all those who knew her.
I struggled greatly with my right to grieve her. But it was only when the plane ascended that I felt God grant her passage to calm my spirit. A gift I've received from a departed loved one before. It is a gift that can free or shackle. For almost a decade I let the first one shackle me…to a pyramid and an etched marble stone. The second one met me in the electrifying moment between certainty and wonderment. It freed me…or at least I choose that path. It's one of the great gifts I attribute to not only God but the woman he allowed me to call Abuela.
I await my next ascension to another journey I intend to blaze. She flies the skies with me. Guiding me and encouraging me to learn and to fail.
Te amo abuelita y te extraño.
MeliGoesRogue 
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