Doors.  Doors have so much meaning, and hold the key to our hearts. ❤️

On my recent visit to my hometown in Mexico to attend my dad’s and my brother’s funerals, in the midst of grief, anguish, and experiencing the unimaginable, I was also blessed with so many wonderful experiences, especially blessed with family time.  

One day I went out to run some errands for my mom, and on the way home I decided to stop at my great aunt’s house which has belonged to someone else for many years now. 

My great aunt “Ita” lived in that house her entire life until her death at 78 years old.  Her parents, my great grandparents lived in that house also, I never met them, but I always heard a lot of stories about them from my mom, their granddaughter. 

My mom lived in that house for a period of time while she attended a trade school, and one of my aunts, and uncle lived there with their families in different occasions during some transitions in their lives. 

I have vivid memories of my life visiting my aunt Ita’s house.  Many family get togethers were held there, my aunt Ita’s kitchen was a place where love could be felt.  I remember sitting at her kitchen table when I was a young girl, her table was pushed against the big window that faced her back patio which had many trees, plants and flowers.  She always made me scramble eggs with potatoes and toast for breakfast, and cafe con leche (coffee with milk), and then she’d play some children’s music in her record player which sat in her impeccably kept living room.  We knew better than being messy in that room, she was very proud of her home, and I always loved and appreciated that.  

I remember my brother Will leading the cousin pack at family reunions, always orchestrating some game, or activity and everyone following his lead.  They got in mischief once in a while, and my aunt Ita was always the first one to find out.  I can still picture my brothers and cousins running around having a great old time!!!  As we say… those were the days! ❤️

I wonder how many times I entered Tia Ita’s house through that door.  Hundreds I’m sure.  

A door symbolizes transition, welcoming, spirituality, new beginnings, endings, family, joy, loneliness, MEMORIES, and endless possibilities. 

So much symbolism in the threshold of that door also.  If doors could talk.

As I stood there looking into the front entrance of my Aunt Ita’s house, I found my adult self embracing all those wonderful memories kept in my heart for so many years, and craving just one more conversation with my deceased loved ones, one more breakfast and cafe con leche at my grand aunt’s house, one more game of tag with my brothers and cousins, and one more family reunion where the food was plentiful, and the conversations and laugher with my parents and aunts and uncles went on for hours in her family room.

As I stepped away from that front door before going back to my mom’s house, I touched the exterior wall of the building, and let the memories of those bricks fill my soul with love. 

“In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.” Unknown