If these walls could talk......

I attended a funeral yesterday.

Of my mama's best friend.

And it was so beautiful.......

My sisters and Zack and I drove down to Nogales and got there right on time! There were so many people there and there were many times I began to cry.

For my mom who lost her best friend.

For my family because my dad wasn't there.

For Elaine who had to suffer for so long with Cancer.

And many, many other reasons......

So I started to focus on the beauty of the Church.....The beauty of the old church....that was originally built in 1897. And as I was listening to the priest, I spent the time focusing on the the stained glass windows and the old candles that were lit before we arrived.

And I started to think about all that this church had been witness to.

To my grandparents being married.

To my mother receiving her First Communion, along with her baby sister, my Auntie Mindy whom I am named after....

My Auntie Mindy's Funeral at the age of 16.

To my parents wedding ceremony where (AHHH!!!) my mom wore a white dress with a baby blue ribbon around her waist----not all white. What a wild one my mom was in the summer of '72.

My baptism as a tiny baby girl.....

My Sito, whom I've talked about before thanks to this amazing Blog of mine.....my Sito's funeral was held there. As sad as it seems, I feel so much closer to my grandmother when I am in Nogales.

My Papa Rudy's funeral.

My Uncle Georgie's funeral.

My Cousin Lilian's funeral.

My Cousin Michelle's wedding...

I could go on and on..............this one building, this one place stands for so much for my family.

Has seen so much for my family.

And that kept me from crying too much as I looked around in wonderment.

~me