Today, I visited my late fathers grave in Colima for the first time since he died in December of 2006.
Surprisingly, it made part of my sorrow float away like a feather in the wind. In the words of my uncle Pablo described as "papa bear" by my good friend Jack : "To come here and see him resting so peacefully strengthens oneself". I know I will have to spend more time there kicking it with his grave and that of my uncles Gil and Juan who are at the same pantheon.
And every time I come here I learn about the cycles of life. I met my cousin Euridice for the first time, she is 4 months old...
My bag is not here yet so I am becoming one with my shirt to the point that when I do change I know I will miss it, in any case I am loving Colima as always, especially the sunshine in peoples smiles and their inner warmth, I long to be like them again...