Friday, September 4, 2015

Yasmin Espinoza

Yasmin Espinoza

February 4, 1994
Phoenix, Arizona
August 29, 2015
Phoenix, Arizona

Yasmin Espinoza, 21, of Avondale, passed away on Saturday August 29, 2015. She is survived by her 2 beautiful children, her mother Frances Lizeth Borges and father Sabino Espinoza.

Visitation will be held on Thursday, September 10, 2015 from 5:30pm-9:00pm, with Rosary at 7:00pm at Avenidas Funeral Chapel located at 522 East Western Avenue in Old Town Avondale. Funeral Mass will be on Friday, September 11, 2015 at 10:00 AM at St. John Vianney Catholic Church, located at 539 East La Pasada Boulevard in Goodyear. 

Yasmin will be truly missed by all.

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1 comment:

  1. Lightning does not know it’s daytime
    Although it is everywhere all of the time, striking the ground millions of times per day – lightning is best seen at night.
    We marvel at the sight as night turns to day and for a split second we see the moon loose its gaze.
    But when storm clouds appear on a midday horizon and wind billows through the mountains it sends dust into the sky miles and miles high.
    Darkness comes to us and lightning striking just as it does in the darkness does not know that it’s daytime and crashes through the sky.
    Doesn’t lightning know what time it is? Doesn’t it know that we can see it better when it’s dark, doesn’t it know that the clap of thunder in its wake is better when it shakes us slumbering? Doesn’t it know?
    My opened eyes see all they can in the day, and all they want they forget. I wonder do my eyes know I forget you? I forget exactly how your smile is and that is why I take your picture and look at what I’ll never hear again.
    My heart is split open with hollows and hardening veins, they carry away and back to it pulses of unending pain. I wonder does my heart know I cannot forget? This will never close again.
    I thought that the lightening couldn’t catch me, that although the storm and her tempest were all around me that her fire could not possess me.
    But here I am a wretched burned thing, slowly smoldering. The smell of my burning flesh surrounds me, and it drowns me in water that never came.
    The thundering shakes and reverberates and takes me like the leaves in the primer air of approaching storms, it comes and blows me like an empty soul.
    I could be carried away any second for as empty as I am, and I would not hold or stand tight to anything, I want to be taken away.
    What do we lose if we’re taken away? Do we know if it’s more than if we tighten the grip around life’s throat? We don’t know.
    I am caught in this strike of a lightning bolt, I take the ride up and then back down crashing loudly to the ground. Barely having seen the beginning of heaven, momentarily plucking my head past a cloud, I am ripped out of the sky and stricken to the ground naked.
    My energy flows out and around in spirals and wisps until I am dissipated into the ozone.
    So as these candles and flames turn out and the pictures of you are all I have, I will not forget the rain. The rain on a morning, or in the dead of night. The rain in the sunniest of days, the rain as a light air mist or the rain as a torrent flood. These waters bring me life, though they fail to bring me you.
    I’ll settle for the misty dew atop the bladed grass and when I see the frosty field I’ll know that life’s anew. Come to me storm, come to me hail, fall lightning next to me. I know you do not care.
    But I’ve seen the clouds of heaven close and I know that they are real, because the storm I rode showed me two things that lonely lightning could not steal.
    I know that God is my creator and he gave me this full life of which he promised me no easiness if I served him as his wife. Upon completion of my duties I would see my brother Jesus and the loved ones I hold dear.
    So let lighting strike and thunder clap, and sky and earth dissolve. I am not alone in any of this since God is my resolve.