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You are not aloneYou will never be Home’s where the heart isThere is where you’ll be I love you so muchIn my heart, you’ll be But you are so strongWarrior you’ll be.
It's with great sadness when I say that we won't see her anymore.Lena died in March of 2020 and she was born in March of 1944.She is survived by her husband who is my Uncle James.
Who could have known that dimpled elbows and clumsy steps would birth wonderment. 
Author: Ruby Mejia-Perez Acrostic Poem: Enedina is an exceptional hardworking woman Never gives up always looking for improvement Excelling in life even while adulting
Thank you for helping me,  I was in doubt and could not see, Potential was always there,  But I was too stuck on how life was not fair, The best Aunt anyone could ask for, 
A mentor, a friend, Family to the end. An aunt who comprehends And is with you until the end.   Thank you for you; And for your support    We may have struggled in the past,
On this day, you were born. From your mom, you were torn. We've waited so long to meet you. We've longed for your debut.   At this time, 5:35 am, you have arrived. Another beautiful soul for mankind.
 Their Eyes  like fire that burn like hell.  So the bright she still has trouble looking directly into people's eyes on the pretense that she might ignite. The comments turned a little girl into an internal battle of emotion.
Dear Nephew, You are small but mighty, magnificent and daring, bold with grace, and fearless till the end. Spunk is the definition of your soul, and wonder your ambition in life. The path before you,
Last year I was at a funeral for my grandmother. My strong, polish grandmother Who grew up in Dachau concentration camp. We all wept, Me especially,
She lies on a colorless bed, remaining silent Her chest rises and falls softly, the rest of her body motionless Strange, bulky machines occasionally beep, randomly stirring the silence So young, so innocent
The creases lining your face are prominent 
So small. So innoncent. So new.  I think these things as I hold her in my arms.  My niece. She has yet to walk, to talk, to grow, to know, to see. To be.
From the beggening I've watched you two grow I was there to watch you face your fears Never will i let you little ones go I will never forget whipping your tears   Till this day you always ask for new toys
I wish I could hug you, look you in the eyes, tell you that everything will be okay; that I will take care of everything when you're gone. But I can't.  
You think you're so slick when you put candy in your pockets, and when you stuff your face with chocolate.
auntie why did you have to die why cant i say goodbye your in my dreams every night i know that it must be a sign you love me and i love you so to hell with feeling so blue
    Dear Aunt Wendy, if you are reading this please come home.   Because I saw you praise His name And at night I watched you weep
Fallen into the deep Abyss of my dreams.I stand in a valley filled with Different hues of green.An ever flowing river Runs nearby.The sun shines downUpon me.A figure more luminous 
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