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Last night, I went mobile becos I was going to bed. I apologize for running away. You made me think about the unpleasant traits of my personality, my character, my recent actions when that was the last thing I wanted to do before bed. Especially, after we spent the day drooling over that beautiful mixer and making cucumber waters. I didn't want to go to bed upset becos it would just keep me up. That's why I ran away. 

I ended up tossing and turning either way. What you wrote about cheating and crossing that line, I had already done that 5 years ago when I held your hand. I can admit that to myself now. And I guess I worry about reaching for your hand and it not being there one day. What if you don't agree with this approach I've taken and you'll decide to leave? What if one day you think I hesitated and decide that you're not happy? Last night, I was having trouble resting and I turned to him and said, "I'm not happy in this marriage. I want to fulfill my dreams and goals but I don't see you with me. You are a good man and you deserve to be the most important person in somebody's life." He continued snoring and I felt like I was one step closer. 

I think a marathon is a good metaphor. I'm at the home stretch which I hear is the toughest part of the race. I refuse to give up.

la tomba sbagliata

AUGUST 1, 2005 entry taken from my previous blog

So check it...Nani called the 26 of July, apparently she needed to speak with me about Grandpa. That's means one of two things: our dad or our grandfather. It makes it easier on my nieces if we just refer to our dad as Grandpa. So obviously I immediately was on edge. She then corrected herself and said she had some news about our grandfather.

What more could happen? I mean the man is six feet under.

Apparently, my aunt and cousin decided to visit Grandpa's grave to make sure the crazy rains hadn't washed away too much of the topsoil. Low and behold, in the midst of touching up the site, my aunt noticed some plastic sticking up out of the grave. It was too heavy to move by herself and in unearthing the object, they soon discovered a dead body; not Grandpa.

Turns out the body was one Mr. Christopher Valdivia from San Antonio, TX. The 64 year-old had been suffocated by his wife and son. They wrapped him up in plastic and buried him in the freshest grave in Hondo (about 30 min west of SA). But it gets better, they had kidnapped some lady and were holding her against her will!

Of course my family is shocked and angry. I just can't help but thinking that had it not been for the Texas rain that we were so desperate for, no one would have been the wiser.

If you'd like you can check out the stories on the San Antonio Express News website. Here is the link:

http://www.mysanantonio.com/news/MYSA072605_05B_hondo_graves_d6f0efb_html32739.html

Photo taken by J. Wilson of Hondo Anvil Herald