Lucy's Swing Tree
Last night I had trouble sleeping so I decided to go into the patio and look out towards the backyard. The night air was still wet from the light rain that had fallen a few hours before; the smell of new rain was soothing. As I looked out toward the east, I noticed the old wood swing swaying with the brisk wind. Suddenly I remembered how you use to push my swing when we we lived on Bernal Road in San Jose. A smile came to me and that moment, this swing in our house will be your corner forever more. I love you dear sister and miss you so much...I hope you are watching over Daddy, Manuel, and Sal. Till we meet again....