The month of February has been brutally charming. We lost our nephew to a brave battle with pnuemonia. We were there as he passed from this physical life to the spiritual one.
Israel. 27 years old.
In Mexican tradition (similar to my culture's very old past), there is a funeral service called the velorio which takes place in the house. For five days, sometimes less. The wake. We slept there the entire time.
This past Monday was our last day to say good bye.
I don't have enough to say, but the pictures speak better than I ever can.
the second room
his beloved enduring partner
his ever worried mom
isra and his uncle, gera
Israel Lopez 1981 - 2009 Descansa mijo tu espiritu esta feliz.
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