Selena’s Last Concert
21 years after her death, Miranda Leigh took a trip to Selena’s hometown and realized the south Texan popstar is more famous now than ever.
The Astrodome lights fell, then turned bright again. I remember she waved to us, her fans, like a beauty queen in a horse drawn carriage. People threw flowers. Then she came onstage wearing that iconic purple jumpsuit. “How you doin’ Houston, Texas?” she said.
I was only five, so I don’t remember much. For what I can’t remember, I watch the first scene of Selena starring J.Lo, and keep watching, knowing that the final scene will break me every single time.
Selena’s last concert was my first.
A few weeks ago, my best friend and I drove from Houston to Robstown, the small town my mother was born, raised in, and recently returned to after 40 years of living in Houston. It’s 20 minutes from the closest city, Corpus Christi – Selena’s hometown.
My mother’s younger brother, my uncle, owns a neighborhood yerberia locally known for their Valley lemon raspas, as well as their colorful candles that promise things like love (“Ven A Mi”/ “Come to Me”) and protection from enemies. Every Thursday, he receives a shipment of lemons from the Valley, driving from Robstown to Corpus Christi to get them. Desperate to drive with my mother somewhere other than Whataburger, I asked if could we pick up the Valley lemons for him.
We met a woman in a parking lot fruit stand sitting down with, but not reading, a Bible surrounded by cardboard boxes of fruit. We picked up three boxes of orange-colored lemons, filled to the top, and put them in the backseat.