My Heart is Full of Joy
My heart is full of joy
There is a fine line sometimes between joy and pain, or maybe it is permeable.
The moments that were hardest to bear were the minor ones that were taken for granted, never to return. Hearing the TV blaring from her room, accompanied by her commentary on telenovelas or Don Francisco. Feeling the weight of the air lift into something lighter and crisper as summer transitioned to fall, and knowing how much she loved that. Spaces and moments otherwise ordinary have been made forever beautiful because of the memories you once shared. Those will always remain.
In those last hours of hospice care, she left us with a message that I’ve since decoded into gratitude and love to help cope with the loss. She told mami, mi corazón está lleno de felicidad.
My heart is full of joy.