i have a lot i want to say! so i have decided to say it over the next few days…this is kinda long, but it will explain some things…i hope you will stay with me as all this unfolds.
PART 1: grace
i am going to tell you a story…
january 9th, 1961…exactly 51 years ago today, on a very stormy day, a young mother and her two daughters traveled from cuba to america. meet my grandmother carmen (abita), my aunt grace at 14 (auntie gracie), and my mother cristina at 9 (mom to me!).

my mother and her older sister grace were raised in havana, cuba. they had a simple and happy childhood with their mother, father and grandparents. my grandfather was a honest and good man. he was also a successful entrepreneur, and owned a import/export hardware business, bringing hardware supplies to cuba.
in the early 60′s, castro was beginning to take power and started his reform to indoctrinate the schools with his communistic ideals. knowing that this was not theories that they wanted to teach their children, they made the decision early on to leave cuba and come to the united states. my grandmother was born in the united sates so she was able to leave fairly easy and bring the two girls but my grandfather was in a more difficult position.
he operated a honest business that worked directly with neutral companies, castro required him to stay to get goods for the country. at that point in time there was a lot of political turmoil going on in cuba. my mom recounts many occasions where malitia would ransack their home, invading their privacy and helping themselves to any of their personal posessions.
convinced that the united states would step in and help with the country’s developments under castro’s rule, they were confident that they would once again be reunited, and so the family temporarily split because they simply could not support a communistic ideal. castor stated, “anyone who wants to leave cuba can do so.” and declared that those who were leaving the country were escoria, “scum”. they quickly bought plane tickets and made arrangements for my grandmother and two girls to move to florida. allowed only what they could carry they boarded a plane and left their father and grandparents.
they got of the plane in florida to be greeted by a terrible storm, got into taxi cab and went to a motel. they were alone, but they had each other. can you imagine? after bouncing around a bit they found work at a motel where my grandmother worked as a house keeper in exchange for housing and a small salary. my grandmother and the girls were used to their comfortable lifestyle in cuba, but they quickly adapted, learning that with hard work and commitment you can succeed. eventually they saved enough money to move to california to be close to some other family.
while it was the intention for my grandfather to meet them, the odds were against him. along with sickly parents he just could not to leave behind, castro was becoming more powerful by the day, and eventually gained the complete power he sought. he took over my grandfathers’s business not long after my great grandparents died. with in time my grandfather grew sick with cancer, and he himself died in cuba.

i asked my mother what the last memory of her father was, and she said it was that day at the airport. she was sitting on her suitcase waving at him, confused by his solum demeanor. that was the last time she would see him. she told me he was patient and kind, and she loved him very much.
to make ends meet, my grandmother worked a lot, so the girls were alone a lot…but they had each other. while they had their share of bickering…what sisters don’t…they were very close friends. they walked to school together, worked together, and played together. when i asked my mom what grace meant to her at that age…she simply said, “she…was safety.”

that is who i am named after. this story is what i am named after. heidi grace. grace has deep seeded meaning. i have always had a unspoken respect for my grandmother and her daughters. a respect that has only grown now that i am a mother myself. what strength to thrive in what could have been considered a powerless circumstance. what commitment to the truth of the expression of freedom. what an example of integrity. somehow that simple little name represents so much more than just a title. it represents the way i have always tried to tackle life’s obstacles.
(ps, my mom did not even know why i was asking for time lines and photos…i had been thinking about sharing this all this for a few days. when she came over last night to share the exact dates with me…she said, “it’s weird that you are sharing that story tomorrow!” when i asked her why she explained that today is the exact 51 year anniversary…crazy huh!)