En los tiempos de la diva, habia una cancion con la que siempre cerraba los ojos y dormia dulcemente...
En mi ventana veo brillar
las estrellas muy cerca de mi
Cierro los ojos, quiero sonar
con un dulce porvenir.
Quiero vivir y disfrutar
la alegria de la juventud
No habra noche para mi
sin estrellas que den luz...
Gira, gira carrusel,
tus puertas de cristal,
recorriendo mil caminos
tu destino encontraras.
Candi, Candi, Candi... Candi.
-Cancion final de la serie de TV Candi Candi
Friday, October 21, 2016
4 years ago God went to His garden and picked our precious rose to bring joy and even more happiness into Heaven.
Missing my beloved Deirdre Medina, always our Deedee the Diva, always walking with us in spirit... Forever 5 years old...
I can only keep the faith that I will walk in beauty when we meet again... so our hearts can be whole... and I'll be lost in your eyes, smiling for eternity.
Until then, gazing at the stars, as you are out there... My little rose...
Posted by Vierna at 9:34 AM
Friday, September 2, 2016
The little angels still flank your earthly home. Some flowers and some butterflied still linger... It was a quick hello and goodbye. I promise to bring colorful flowers in November. Just as colorful and vibrant as you, my little enchantress.
Missing you, every second.
Posted by Vierna at 9:23 PM
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Nine years ago, life changed forever when a little miracle came to earth to warm the heart of a lonely spirit. Deirdre Beatrix was born, and the whole world stopped to celebrate her. When she openned her eyes, the infinite sky was reflected on them... From that moment on, there was no better pleasure than to get lost in her bewitching eyes, her bewitching smile, her bewitching self...
Nine years ago, little did we know that the little baby that could would take us in the most amazing adventure filled with drama, love, fear, joy, sadness, hope, horror, and faith. We faced a terminally ill diagnosis, yet proved doctors wrong. Deedee defied the odds, she defied death and she lived on her terms. At 5 years of age she did more and accomplished more than some people do in a lifetime! Sadly, also at 5 years of age her heart was broken beyond repair... and that is just when she decided it was better to let go and be free... She knew that life on Earth was an amazing ride, but a circle of ups and downs and dissappointments that would keep on hapenning especially for someone in her shoes... She knew so many things, wise Deedee... We hope we would be enough for her to rise beyond the trials that she faced, and she fought a good battle for herself and for us. In the end her little fragile body was not a strong enough vessel for such a titanic spirit, and in the blink of an eye she was took the golden chariot towards the Sun.
It has been 4 years since such a sudden departure... It has been an everyday of guesses and what ifs, of alternate realities and dreams, of loss and of belief. Whoever said it would get better... It won't. Whoever said life goes on, it is not the same. Whoever said survival will take over, well, resistance is futile. Whoever said it will get easier, lied. It gets harder. It gets angrier. It gets hopeless. It gets overwhelming. And it all has nothing to do with courage, or loosing faith, or not believing she is with us in spirit and will be with us forever at the end... It is not that. It is the daily nothings that you must do, and that in the depht of your heart means nothing to you because your real reason to breathe is gone and all you can do is endure... persevere... bite the bullet and keep swimming...
Some people gasp at the strength of will we've had because we have not rotten in a dark room... Some people still don't understand why we always talk about you, post your old pictures, keep you alive in our family and our hearts and why we celebrate you... To hell with them all. The good intended "you are so strong" is pure BS. The rest are just plain idiots. As long as we breathe we will always celebrate your life because you are still alive. You may not be tangible, but you are here just as emotions and faith and dreams are here. You are part of us, always. You are part of our reality, always. It is so overwhelming, because THAT much we love you... It hurts so much because THAT much we miss you... Imagine the biggest battleground, and so much strategy and moving so many pieces of your army to make victory happen... And then imagine that just when you reach the peak of that victory, just when you almost tasted it... it is gone. The real horror is the aftermath of the battle, when you have to gather the pieces of everyone and everything, and go on... when you have to face life under the "normal" that is just the most alien thought because there is no normal. There is no coming back to a blank slate. Everything changed. You mattered. You changed us. You showed us a better life. You restored us. You completed us. You made us better in every way.
Our candle in the wind, who showed us a whole new world.
And so this year we celebrate you with a Princess Jasmine birthday... Everything about you is a whole new world, with unbelievable sights... And endless love.
Happy 9th birthday, my dear warrior princess turned Valkyrie...
Posted by Vierna at 11:16 AM
Friday, December 25, 2015
Another Christmas upon us... It was beautiful when we woke up and Kali said Merry Christmas Mommy, followed by a Merry Christmas Daddy... and then an unexpected Merry Christmas Deedee while looking up to the ceiling. Angel Deedee is always around, with us. Knowing this, and that Kali acknowledges it, may be the only true comfort. Love never dies.
And love is exactly what keeps Deedee alive with us. We did all that we did because of love. Deedee was always surrounded by love. The world was cruel and harsh, but she knew kindness and she touched many lives both nearby and far away...
Life without our Deedee has been a different journey that doesn't quite feel right. We ache to hold her in our arms... to see her thrive and accomplish so many things... Why was she so fascinated by sharks? Would she have become the digital artist that she wanted to be? Would she have turned to science instead? Would she still love purple, three years later? Would she still wake up at 4 in the morning to have mommy sleeping at her side? What new dreams would she have aimed for? How many people would have fallen under her spell?
I miss my diva.
I have no words to describe how much I wish for her, everyday.
Life goes on, but nothing is the same...
This would have been Deedee's 8th Christmas with us. It is her 4th Christmas in Heaven.
Here I leave you some memories from our beloved diva.
At the hospital, fighting for her life
2009 PART 1
2009 PART 2
2010 PART 1
2010 PART 2
2010 PART 3
Deedee's Night Before Christmas
1st Christmas in Heaven
Merry Christmas, Deedee.
Keep watching over us... Until we meet again, my little one.
You hold our hearts.
Posted by Vierna at 5:53 PM