When words fail

I have always viewed myself as someone who can express herself well, both in writing and speaking.

While I may not have been trained scholastically in writing, I have been writing since I was young, through letters to my parents when I was six to keeping diaries well into my high school years. I have burned those diaries, something I have truly regretted up to this day.

While I have not been trained to deliver speeches, I have sat with adults when I was young as my parents encouraged conversations and discussions during dinners. This is something that has helped me a lot when I started speaking publicly – in school, contests and forums. I have never shied away from stage.

Words have never failed me.

Until now.

In my head, I have written a hundred memoirs about my life, a thousand reflective essays on what is now and a million one-liners for thoughts that I want to pass down to my kids.

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We have lived in six houses when I was single, the first and last was just beside each other. Starting and ending in a street called Becerra.

I first saw Edil on a Sunday night, April 29, 1993.
I never forget these things.

God first, said my Dad.

The last three weeks of Dad’s life was the shortest and longest times of my life.
It was also the darkest and brightest.
Love & Hope. Grief & Joy. Sorrow & Gratitude.

I love you, kids.

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I could say the muse has left me, I have been uninspired. Or use the ever-excusable phrase, “Life has been busy.”

Busy.

Busy.

Busy.

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I’m getting rusty these days. I feel that every word has to be wrenched out from me, and yet each time I’ve completed some writing, it turns out that this isn’t what I have been wanting to let out.

This one is no exception.

I initially wanted to write how I’m good at words and yet my words seem to be misunderstood the most by people I love. How one line typed is viewed as hurtful, sarcastic, mean when all I did was deliver one line.

One line.

Words fail me sometimes.

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Aggie Aviso

Aggie Aviso describes herself as her family’s storyteller and memory keeper. A mom to two kids ages 14 and 8, she is certainly past the age of sleepless nights and adorable pigtails. However, motherhood stays exciting, more meaningful and yes, more challenging. She takes it all in stride, knowing fully well that moments pass by in a blink of an eye. As Gretchen Rubin famously said, “The days are long, but the years are short.” She has discovered how wonderful it is to have those fleeting moments in time documented in their family books and has made it her personal mission and passion to be able to tell their stories for her future grandkids. You can read more about her here.. Subscribe to blog updates and the occasional letter here.

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