Six Years

She was beautiful. Her eyes could dance with such mischief and merriment. She loved pretty shoes, especially Ferragamos. When I close my eyes I can still hear her comforting me during those hard times at Children’s in Boston: “ya, ya Rosita”.

On a Sunday night like tonight, it was June 5, 2011, my mom died.  I continue to miss her beyond words.

Mami

Mom (on the right) 

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My parents, probably at one of the Consular Christmas Parties in Cali

One thought on “Six Years

  1. Ah, Rosa! I know. My mother died almost 20 years ago, and I still miss her. However, the wonderful memories of her never seem to fade.

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