The tragic death of Jenni Rivera has rattled me in ways I didn’t expect. I didn’t purchase any CD or song of La Gran Diva de la Banda but I did meet her this summer when in Los Angeles. Mami, however, had spoken of Jenni’s relationship trials for years before my meeting her.
“Era muy sufrida,” she claimed. “Era triumfadora,” she expressed.
That’s the thing with Latinas. We are known survivors. We triumph over hardship, even if it seems impossible at the time. That’s one thing that no one can take away from us, from you, from me. It’s a woman thing.
I may not know what it is to be a mother. I have yet to experience marriage, and hopefully I won’t have to experience divorce. But I do know what if feels like to be in pain due to the words and actions, purposeful or not, of others. I also understand and have participated in self-sabotaging tactics. When I heard Jenni’s story, I wondered if she herself sabotaged her life in ways we are not aware of. Did she not believe she deserved better than the partners she chose to love?
I once felt this way. I still struggle with it. Fortunately, I am living and breathing and learning. I can do it better next time. I will do it better next time.
As for Jenni, her fearlessness and strength as a mujer Latina lives on. Lets do right by her. Lets choose to live a life worth living. Lets love men who are worth loving.