cuando mi Madre se fué

As a boy growing up in Mexico I was always curiously excited that life and death were celebrated in an equal form. Yet the intriguing unknown of death kept me asking questions directed to my elders. One that was directed to my Mother, I asked where did we go in death? She would answer by explaining that life would leave the body behind and then go through an invisible door to a beautiful unknown place, to then return in a new body to insure the family would always exist.

In November of 1987 my Mother went away, she left her body behind and went through that door. In August 1988 our first daughter Claudia was born, nine months later, to insure the family would always exist.