on my baptism

Dear Helen,

My beautiful Madrina. I can’t believe you are gone. So many of my little girl moments have you etched into their memories.

Thank you for being my Godmother. For calling me “mija” (my daughter). For teaching me how to put my sweatshirt on and for not slapping me silly that day I threw an hour-long tantrum when I didn’t want to put my underwear on. Thank you for making me apologize to the SaveOn clerk when I stole Breathsavers from his aisle; for teaching me I could talk to Jesus like he was a friend. Thank you for the dollhouse and the endless cold glasses of sweet tea and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on white bread. 

In your presence I always felt loved. You are and always will be my model of authentic beauty and contagious joy.

I regret not having been in your life these past several years; for being consumed by my own petty affairs. I wish I would have made at least one last drive to to give you a ten second hug. I knew you were not doing well, yet I carried on as if you’d be here forever. I wish I had taken care of you the way you took care of every one. But now, Jesus is taking care of you. 

I put my hope in what is unseen. I hope, I believe that in Christ there are no goodbyes. I will see you again. Life and death is not in vain. 

Your mija,


When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory. ‘Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death is your sting?'” {1 Corinthians 54-55}

Do not let your hearts be troubled….In my Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. {John 14:2-4}

what a beauty

with my brother Timmy 

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