First Mother’s day Morning tears will soon be here.

Losing my mother brings the painful reality that every experience hereafter will be a first without her.

As I pray on this, tears come suddenly as they always do. Remembering evermore, the beautiful woman who formed me, gave me life, and surrounded my world with the sweetness of a mother’s invincible love.

The story of the beautiful “Carmencita” needs to be written.  I feel the persistence of her prayers still at work.  They continue blessing my children and will bring God’s grace upon future generations in ways we may never know.  Through her life, I understand now, how love can transcend the unknown vastness of the cosmos that separates souls.

A mother’s love, the way she loved, can do this.

I know my mother is there, in that holy place where God dwells.

Yet, she is still here too – with me now.

Her features present in my face, felt in the touch of my hands and moving with my feet.

I am her daughter, formed in her likeness.

I carry her light wherever I go.

Can hear her praying voice in the hymnal beauty of the Ave Maria

And in the words of love spoken by my children.

Yes, this first Mother’s day morning of tears, comes soon.

And when it does, this daughter will look to heaven, and wait for that spiritual embrace promised.

Letting all the bright rays reminding me that my mama is still here, shine down upon me.

For I see her

And she sees me

Vivimos siempre juntos mi madre!

Always.