How Weddings and Hospitals Forge Familia
We Show Up for the People We Love—In Times of Joy or Sorrow, Often With Tortillas
“Hija, you have to go. You’re going to miss the wedding,” said my mom, weak but urgent. My husband and I would be hosting my niece’s wedding in our home that April afternoon. My son Michael was setting up chairs in the backyard; my husband Ian, a judge, was getting ready to perform the ceremony.
Mom and I were in the county hospital ER, where we’d been for over 24 hours since she’d fallen outside her home.
I didn’t want to leave. But then two of my tias—my 90-year-old mother’s cousins, themselves in their …
