July 21, 1988 - September 8, 2011
I met you when I was 16, and in my second year of high school. You didn't speak much English, and I didn't speak much Spanish, but both of us had taken French in school. So our conversations were a mix of three different languages. It was the perfect code so others couldn't listen in to all of our talk about boys, our dreams, life, and more. Over the next 4 years I went to Mexico, I was able to see you each time- even when I didn't go with my home church and I was in college. What a blessing. I loved laughing with you. Truthfully, you were the reason I went to Mexico. God started our friendship, and He did so much more. Lots has changed since then, but I will never ever forget you. When I think of Mexicali, I think of you and Jalapa, and I praise the Lord for kindling our friendship. I pray now for your baby girl and husband; I can't bear to know their grief. I rejoice that you are no longer in pain; rejoice that you fought till the end. I'm sorry the end came so soon.