This morning, as I slept, I dreamt. To me this was remarkable because REM has been such an elusive white rabbit as of late...taunting and teasing me, laughing at me as the night passes. But this morning was different. As my eyes fluttered back and forth in my skull, I could see her. I was talking to her. She was feeding me chile, beans and fresh tortillas, made by her own hands with love. I could feel her touch, her presence, her affection. Her smile warmed even my physical coil in reality, so imagine how warm I was in dreamland. I wish I hadn’t awoken. This world is so cold without her. Her message is always the same.... “you are loved, stay strong, mijo.” Our grandma Francis was one of the greats. A cornerstone on which a formidable family was forged. We still feel you every day. We love you, we miss you, and we carry you with us.