Cocachacra

When I was a kid I lived in Cocachacra with my parents, brothers and sisters.










My dad Luis was a carpenter, and he loved to take me and my brother Enrique to the river to fish river prawns,














or to take a walk to "las lomas" during Spring.




I remember that mom used to tell me stories about sons leaving home to live their own lives. The stories used to begin like this: "Mom, I got to leave home to live my own life, give me a blessing."


When I was 51 years old I had to come to the States, and I went to visit my mom and asked for her consent and blessing. I said: "Mom, I got to go to the States with my daughters and have to leave you in this town with my brothers and sisters." She told me: "Go, son, go with your own daughters."

I knew this was the last time I would see my mother in this life.








Now, after 8 years in the States, I finally came back to Cocachacra. I visited my brother Fito and my sister Irma.

When they saw me they came to me, and we gave us a big hug and cried for being so many years separate.











Then we went to visit the old cemetery of Cocachacra.

I remember that we used to come to this cemetery every year to the graves of my mother's parents, my own grandparents.




Then we went to the graves of my dad Luis and my mom Aguedita.

I knelt down and prayed and cried, and asked for forgiveness to my mother because I had to leave her in this town and go to the States.