I haven’t been at it in a while. My mourning phase is passing. As death.

It’s been chilly and rainy. And I’m being enjoying Rosa’s company.

We talk a lot. At he end of the day, we have dinner and play some table

games or watch a silly movie. And then go to bed, cuddle and sleep

the night through without interruption. Except when Lobo switches

spots on the bed. I also, decided it was time to stop worrying my

Mama’s bones. By sleeping on her stone and not let her Rest In Peace.

I brought Cuco the feral cat home. I wasn’t going to leave him behind.

He got used to my company as much as I to him. Had both, Lobo and

Cuco, checked at the veterinary’s office. I think am going to write about

those magic and unforgettable nights at the cemetery.

The moon. The musical trails among the stones. The old tree by the

huge Mausoleum 20 feet from my Mama’s stone. The old tree who

gave me refuge when it rained. And caressed my cheeks with its leaves.

Sweet Mama. I love you dearly. Dearly. May you have a good long sleep.

EO