Oh, to have been blessed by grace.
My own understanding wasn't broad
enough to accept the witnessing of grace.
Grace: what we receive but don't deserve.
My oldest sister was one month shy of her 45th
birthday when she passed away. It has been
over twenty years, still I recall the blue
of her soulful eyes, the depth of her faith, and
the strength of her will.
Our family: Mother and Prima Texeira. Mericia (in bandana), Dulce.
Joe, me and my other brother, Ilidio. Rare occasion when all the
siblings were together.
Mericia, in the middle in blue.
What a beauty.
My witness of her silent suffering,
built strength and resolve in my heart.
I knew if confronted with my own pain and suffering
I would want to stand as a testament as she did.
Missing you today.
May you continue to rest in peace my
beloved.
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