Harvest Moon: It has been 11 months now since I have last held your hand and felt the warmth from your body. Thankfully, the warmth and the love that has supported us, mothered us, directed and reassured us did not come from your body. I know now that it came from your soul. Because I still feel it. I can still hear it in your voice that comes to me telling me “oh Sandy, everything is going to be all right”, and just as in life, I have to believe you Mom, because you were always right in life, more right than anyone I have ever known. I would not dare to challenge you in death. Your final full day on earth with us, was filled with examples of your amazing character. Wednesday was a beautiful unusually warm fall day. And that evening you layed from Pax Villa Hospice & Palliative care on your bed to look out of your window, to look out at the full moon rising in the sky. You never broke. You stayed strong to the end. It was just like you to spend the last of your incredible strength reassuring and carrying us, your husband and your children, who were dying with you. As your body began to shut down and the nurses and doctors attached more medical efforts to you, you stayed positive, and never once did you let anyone know that you knew that it would not be long. You kept hope alive. To your daughter Sandra, “Don’t worry honey, Don’t cry I’m not going anywhere”. “Don’t cry for me” and “I love you all equally.” To me you said “I love you.” The ground has slipped away from under our feet, and we are trying, somehow, to sit in this empty space that has been left behind, in the meantime, without any particular success. I am incapable of finishing, but it appears that a strange hand, a miserable disease, has already finished for me. Having no choice, I part from you, my hero, and ask that you rest in peace, that you think about us and miss us, because we here — down below — love you so much. To the angels of heaven that are accompanying you now, to your father Albino, your mother Guadalupe , your brothers Santigo "Chema", Jesus "Chuy", and Albino Campos I ask that they watch over you, because you deserve to be watched over, you watched over us so well. We will love you, always.