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.
Mom (on the right)
My parents, probably at one of the Consular Christmas Parties in Cali
New Road Rising 
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.