Coincidence...

I had a nice entry mapped out in my mind on Friday... nice, happy entry relating to my recent travels.
Then sad shit started happening.
I lost any and all thoughts running through my mind that were not those of concern for my friends currently hurting.

This family, my sister's best friend's family, we go back about 15 or so years.
The family is very similar to mine:
The dads have the same name.
The moms are the same age (birthdays the same week) and hail from the same part of Mexico (two towns apart).
The first born is a male, one born exactly a month before the other (my brother is the "young" one).
The middle kids are both girls with the same name.
The youngest/third kid is a girl, born on the same day, two years apart (my sister is the "older" one).
They were neighbor's/best friends with my mom's deceased, beloved brother when they lived in The Bay.

We became friends due to being in the same circle of friends when the whole Quinceañera circuit began for my brother and me (I was 13). We always bumped into each other, and I had a crush on the guy. I eventually made friends with the middle daughter, and introduced her to my little sister... the two immediately clicked.
Then my sister grew closer to the middle girl, crushed on the older brother, and I stepped aside.
The friendship/bond only grew as the years went by.

Yesterday was the 6 year anniversary of my paternal grandfather's death.
Yesterday, this family lost their maternal grandfather.

We hadn't noticed we were missing a similarity amongst the grandparents...

Coincidences make me smile... but when it's this... sad, well, it just breaks my heart.

Rita.

Así es...
Así es.

When I visited Barcelona's cathedral, I sat in that meditation room longer than anyone else.
It was calming. I was one of three people who entered the room.
I can't say why I did it, I don't even know... but I just sat there... quietly... at peace.

Santa Rita-- that's who the room was dedicated to.
... I never knew what she was about until today.
Dang.

Al otro lado del mar

"That's so far away..."

A year ago, I was in a place many consider paradise, fighting with MGH, and crying on a balcony.
Blue. Blue. Blue.

Don't worry, MGH is a dumbass. He doesn't know what he's doing.

It's not... it's just... I had never noticed how... big the ocean really is.

Tanto azul... tanto, tanto azul. Mas allá de lo que pueden ver mis ojos. Mas allá.

I took a stroll with him at night. I sat in the white sand... and drew a letter... not an M.
He noticed.

What? I like the Jonas Brothers... didn't you know? Joe.

Gay.

Next night, I danced the night away... he went from girl to girl, I stayed in my circle of friends... he was drunk, I was sober. He was happy, I was sad.

What's wrong? Did I do something?

Nope. You did absolutely nothing.

Laying on the same bed, our heads resting against each other.

Woo! I leave to Kassel in a month! Beer and girls, beer and girls!

Really? That's all there is to do in Germany? Hope you have the time to do both.

No me digas eso... no me robes la esperanza.

Ilusa. 
No English word has the same feel. "Delusional" is too negative... "naive" not sufficiently poignant.
Ilusa... eso es lo que soy.

Una optimista con disfraz de pesimista.
Siempre soñando: Mañana sí... quizás mañana...
Y solita me chingo la vida.

(Don't worry, this type of post will be over next month... it's just that right now, it's all that is really occupying my mind. El saber que esta aqui... me tiene mal. Tan cercas, pero tan lejos, ya know? It doesn't help that I just spent my Friday night at a funeral. It just makes me think.. sad shit, really)