We spent the weekend calling each other - my brothers and sisters and I.
One is in Hermosillo at a general hospital ailing from what could
be a terminal condition.
Yet through these past few days we've gotten closer -
we've all shared many forgotten memories.
We all have come to an understanding that we know our departing dates
are all pre-written somewhere..
and how we must not fear - but have faith and be grateful for the life
we have enjoyed up until now.
My sister's current illness have made us remember our Viejita.
What a wonderful and caring nurse she was.
Her ever present loving, nurturing and inspirational manner..
with a steadfast penchant of healing and knowlege of home remedies.
Whether it was with cool white handkerchiefs of vinegar and scented rose oils,
or thinly sliced potatos placed neatly side by side.
Tiny white slivers arranged carefully onto a makeshift bandana,
that she gently placed onto our feverish foreheads.
I can still see the concern on her face.
caressed my short locks and pulled my earlobe once for luck.
so caring, kind, and protecting..
We are all so glad you were