Tuesday, March 25, 2025

FIVE YEARS SINCE YOUR PASSING, WE REMEMBER YOU

Hi again, sweetie
It hardly seems it's been five years ago today
That you left us
Yet, not a day goes by
That you aren't remembered
And live with us again

These past five years were filled
With unavailing grief
And our three kids, and me,
Have finally realized that it,
With time
Also passes, but slowly,
And in its passing
Reminds us that it was our love –
And our loss –
That caused it

(I never let them see me cry
And when I do, do it alone)

And we remain humbled to tears
To remember
That you fought the voracious stage-four cells:
Four tortuous years
Of surgeries and chemos,
That you endured
Praying He would give you just one more day
To see them grow 

They're well, our children
And as I promised you as you were leaving
They're all going to finish school
And be righteous men and women

Your oldest boy now teaches kids
And has a master's
Miguelito, the middle child, is busy at his craft
And is happy with his life
And our little one who was a high school junior
When you left
Gets her B.A. next month

And you'll be there with us
To see her
In her graduation gown
Walking that stage

A promise is a promise
And if I wasn't the perfect partner then
I hope this mitigates
Some of my very human faults
They miss you – as do I – still

The lesson of life
That we treasure those we love
While they're still here
Is difficult to understand
And takes a horrible loss to learn
We lit a votive candle
On your birthday
And another one today
And an eternal flame burns bright for you 
In each our hearts

Good mother, mate
I know they come see you here
On their own
Sometimes, when I don't know.
We can't – nor do we ever want to –
Forget you

Sweetie, a hug and a kiss
And we will come and make our visit
Soon again
All is well with us, love.
Watch over us...
And rest

22 comments:

Anonymous said...

Death is a bitter drink to swallow. Our memories is what brings us peace. When there is pain and suffering death is freedom.

Anonymous said...

The Matamoros psychic says you will join her on April 16th.......

Anonymous said...

What's with that weird chain-link fence....Looks like a backyard....Just odd....

Anonymous said...

Todo tiene su tiempo, amigo.

Anonymous said...

All we can do is care and nurture that piece of them that they left behind. This lady appears to have and is doing a mighty fine job.

Anonymous said...

Life is short.

Anonymous said...

almost cuatro anos seems like yesterday tome...missing somebody is part of life...

Anonymous said...

it is a lot, now you can bury bodies on your back yard.

Anonymous said...

bruja, mata people don't know what a psychic is

Anonymous said...

you mean bills cause das all they ever leave behind COBROS, COBROS Y MAS COBROS

Anonymous said...

BS NURTURE THE LIVE ONES dead is dead bye bye...

Anonymous said...

QEPD
Chemo is no joke
We still dont know if it works or if the lord sets a date and nothing can change that date

Anonymous said...

But, Juan, how many wives, movidas, have you had, ese. Own up!!!!

Anonymous said...

‘One love’…as per Bob Marley sometime back. There is only “one love”…everyone after that is companionship. Very poignant, my friend. Loss lasts.

Anonymous said...

I'm 68 now. Music is the only way possible to go back to something that is exactly the same. I'm sure there is a song she liked that you remember........

Anonymous said...

Pendeja, she is nurturing his children. When we died piece of us lives through our children.

🖕🐓🍭

Anonymous said...

Cemeteries are all different. Some have concrete fences, others have wooden fences, some have arches, some have no fences and people abuse the place and they put a fence right away. Some people steal flowers, others tombstones, headstones, as pranks. In Texas some people have a family cemetery in their land with permit and legal paperwork. Sometimes, ashes are at home in the living room or in a cabinet with lock and key.

Anonymous said...

my ashes will be at my favorite cantina

Anonymous said...

at 4:43 PM
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Anonymous said...

is that erasmos new home?

Anonymous said...

at 5:15 PM
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Anonymous said...

mallatero xMamon...

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