Visiting my grandmother's birthplace in Spain made me grieve her

My grandmother was born in Galicia, Spain, but moved to Argentina when she was young..

I visited the town where she was born with my children and grieved her loss again...

When I told her we were naming him after my grandfather, her dad, and her brother (yes, they all had the same name), she laughed and said, "Poor boy, what an ugly name you're giving him.".

I got her name tattooed on my wrist when we still lived together; I told her I wanted to carry her wherever I went so we could keep adventuring together.. This summer, with my own mother's memory rapidly fading because of Alzheimer's, we decided to go back to my grandmother's town before it was too late for my mom to remember her childhood..

And I'm in awe of seeing my children visit Galicia with their grandmother my mom and glimpsing in their eyes how they're making memories of their own in the same corner of the world where I have so many..

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