Luis Orts
I started to reflect on what the meaning of life was.
And in short, the answer is love.
During my time of mourning the loss of my grandma, I thought about what her life meant to me.
Grandma was a lot of things to a lot of people, but to me she was one of the greatest symbols of unconditional love in my life.
When we pass, we don’t take anything with us. Not our clothes, not our materialistic possessions, not our family, and not even our flesh.
But what you realize is, the only thing that matters is the love you shared with others, and how you were remembered in your legacy.
Nobody important to her cared what kind of car she drove, or the money in her account, the kind of clothes she wore, or the house(s) she owned.
They cared about the rice and beans she would make and serve with joy on Tuesday afternoon in 2005, or the important life lessons that she taught and shared in 2012 by her desk near her rosary, or the hugs and kisses after talking for a few hours or even a few minutes in the dining room in 2024.
Nobody is perfect, but her love was perfect to me. Even through the ups and downs. Even when she felt the need to pull my ear to pay attention in church, or when she felt the need to grab the paleta to smack me on the leg.
Her good always FAR outweighed the bad, and in retrospect, all that she did was done out of love.
Love is the fuel to the fire when you’re feeling down and out. When there’s not an ounce or desire to continue. Love keeps us going.
Her love for her family will be the greatest gift I ever received and I promised her that I would made sure she lived through the stories I told. I also promised that the same love she had for Jesus Christ, that I would too would follow in her footsteps and tell others my testimony. At some point in my life I was someone who has felt broken, and I was worthy of redemption and restoration in my heart through the love and acceptance of Jesus Christ in my life.
Rest easy my beautiful welita 🫶🏻
