I knew the day would come that my beloved Tia Lupe would no longer be with me. She raised me; she was my mom, and she is so dear to my heart that it pains me to talk about this so much that my eyes are currently welling up. She had always been old and always talked about how she was dying. I never grew up very religious. I faintly remember going to an apostolic church for a little bit with my Tia Lupe and attending like two catechism classes that my mom took me too, but never anything en seguido. The only prayer I had memorized she taught me. Padre nuestro que estás en el cielo santificado sé tú nombre...and I don't even think I know the whole prayer. Nonetheless I would recite it, and pray to whoever was listening asking to take years from my life and give them to my Tia Lupe so she could stay wt me longer. The year is 2016 , she's 92 and I'm 23. The time has finally come for me to say my goodbyes. These pictures, which have taken me so long to share, purely because they depict the gloom and sorrow that overcame me during the hardest time of my life.

January 18, 2016