My Tia Lupe was 92, and her health was slowly declining. She had just come home from the first hospital visit. Still not really able to speak. I brought various items to try to strike up a conversation wt her. In my hand I was holding a doll she had made out of paper towels to demonstrate the types of dolls she grew up wt on el rancho. She made it when she was staying with us in Orange Cove. She always bounced back. She was always resilient. This was the hardest time of my life. My mom was dying. I'll never receive a love more pure, honest, and caring than the love that she gave me. Forever on my mind; forever in my heart. Time has passed and I can't believe how much. This feels like it was only a few months back. The memory as fresh as the wound feels, as I travel through the memories in my mind.