Many people I've met here over the years have had a profound effect on me, all for the better. I have been touched by their wisdom, creativity, resilience and, yes, a touch of their holiness. I remember first seeing this doña from San Antonino Castillo Velasco in the early 90's as she brought her amazing creations of dried flowers to La Noche del Rabanos. And then, I saw her every year I was at Rabanos. For some reason we connected and I always felt blessed whenever I saw her, like I was touched by the light. I would give her photos of herself and I love seeing the rebozo I gave her in these photos.
I saw her most every year during Muertos and Semana Santafor the last ten years. I always had to get on my knees to look her in the eyes.
I missed her this Semana Santa and then learned from her children this Muertos that she had died last January. I told them how much she meant for me, that she was an important person in my life, but they already knew that. Still, they cried when I told them as we stood by her grave.
And I don't even know her name even though I must have heard it at some point. She was always just "La Doña, mi abuelita."
(gracias/spixl for fotos)
2 comments:
Chris
I am so sorry for your loss. You can feel the connection you had in these photos. Wonderful!
was that her grave with the fabulous display of dried flowers?
Gracias. One thing that Muertos teaches us is that death is just a part of life, a natural stage we all enter. She lives on in my heart as I'm sure she does in many others. I don't think that dried flower grave was hers. We never got an exact spot from her family.
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