Julia Abrantes and I have been friends for over 10 years. We met in New York, and even though I live in San Antonio now, our friendship has kept. Even from the many miles that separate us, she still supports me in my many endeavors. We talk almost every day even if it’s just to say hello. Those calls tell me: “Hey, comadre I’m here if you need me.” She is there to listen to my trials and tribulations. She is there to celebrate my triumphs. Of course, we have had our ups and downs, but she has been there throughout these years.
This year Julia helped me make one of my mother’s wishes come true. My mother has always wanted to go to the Basilica to pay homage to la Virgen de Guadalupe. It was Julia who helped me plan and coordinate a trip to take my mother there. Julia, my mother, and I went for four glorious days. To see the happiness in my mom’s face of having one of her wishes come true and see how Julia was so caring and loving with my mom makes me recognize the special Comadre that Julia is my life.
And where would I be without my amazing Comadres in San Antonio? I have been blessed with some incredible Comadres, and if I don’t mention you, please forgive me. But three ladies have been so extremely supportive: Nicole Ortiz, Frances Alvarado, and Mary Esther Escobedo. I met these three ladies at book club. With no blood family here, these ladies have filled that void and then some. They have helped me to grow and feel good about myself, my life, and San Antonio. We have laughed, we have cried, we have lived. Each one of them brings a different flavor to my life. To my tres Comadres, gracias.
Comadres are about sharing moments, sharing stories, helping out, and best of all, Comadres are about just being there. There is something to be said for being at the right place at the right time. Funny thing is there is always a Comadre at the right place at the right time.