Birthdays are always a reason to celebrate. A time for families and friends to come together and wish the birthday person all good wishes and give thanks that they entered your life by being born to this world.
So when it came to celebrating Rosie’s’ 89th birthday, with my dearest and closets friends (cousins), it became apparent to me that my generation was not the only generation that was wearing the face of time.
Rosie, who is center, with her two daughters, at her right, and her godson, Manny, to her left give Rosie more than just a birthday to celebrate.
Ok, I know what you are thinking, she is not really 89.
Oh, Yeah!
Every Thanksgiving weekend Rosie turns a year older and this year she clocked 89.
These are Rosie’s closets friends, Mary, Manny’s mom, and Nina, my mom.
All three crossed over the ocean blue to start a new life in America. They left their small island, with their husbands, and children in hand, to make a life in the wide open spaces of America.
All three gave their children the opportunity to grew up in a land they knew little about, yet they knew their children would do better.
My generation, tend to forget what they gave up and what formed out of their tenacity. Alone with just each other they created a life, full of laughter, sometimes tears, complete with the one two punches that life can give you.
I tell you these three ladies could wrap the Golden Girls around their tiny fingers about 10 times over.
Now we three, the second generation here, do owe a lot to Rosie and her traveling companions. I hope that we will have that get up a go attitude and look so good at the age of 89.
So Happy Birthday Rosie!!
From the second generation!!!
