MeliGoesRogue

I sit quietly as I hear them reminisce of days long since past. How their tones ebb and flow, accommodating the intonations provided by the other. I sit amongst these selves that are so distinct from one another and yet the cement that brings them together lies just a few feet away, your spirit filling the crevasses of this home and of their lives.  My how varied your children are. Only such a multi-faceted woman could lovingly and carefully raise up such children. They whose personalities would be strong and all hallmarked by the pillars of your spirit; wisdom, care, strength, empathy, gentleness, and modesty. Every breath you no longer take are now drawn in by each action your children take moving forward with your indelible mark left on each of their souls. The unity of who you are is evident in the tether that binds them together. Each of them carrying their memories, their quiet moments with you all in the pocket of their heart reserved only for you. 

Your departure has left us silent and yet laughter and joy fill the air. You have brought them together once again, you have given each of them strength to carry the other.

Tears involuntarily and quite quietly begin to stream from my eyes. I am so sorry Abuela, sorry that I allowed the locust in to eat away the years we had been given. I look to my mother and there is so much of you in there, how could I not have sought out more moments garnering wisdom at your feet.

“The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.”

John 3:8