Irene

She was a force of nature.

She made friends everywhere – the doctor’s waiting room, la carniceria, at church on Tuesdays, Fridays and twice on Sundays.  

She was always feeding someone, helping someone, flirting with someone, driving someone, taking care of someone, teasing someone and praying for someone.

She liked bagre from Siete Mares, mangos, Hershey’s chocolate bars, bananas, esponjas de chocolate, and café con leche in a glass measuring cup.

She was my best friend, the thorn in my side, mi corazon, mi bruja y mujer (she loved it when I called her those names because of the deep meaning of those identities), and madre de mi alma.
Unless you met her, these words might appear like puro hyperbole and exaggeration. If you knew her, you know that my words are la pura neta.

Do you realize that you have the most beautiful face
Do you realize we're floating in space,
Do you realize that happiness makes you cry
Do you realize that everyone you know someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes, let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Songwriters: Dave Fridmann / Michael Ivins / Steven Drozd / Wayne Coyne