But she wasn’t. I didn’t know her. But I know her son through my eyes and others. Rigoberto is a calm steady presence at the Amigo’s farms. An avid reader, once he started working as a farm hand for Amigos, people noticed his spirit of inquisitiveness. He started to study agricultural engineering with a scholarship, was gifted a very old kindle that was loaded up with novels -everything from Wendel Berry, Richard Rohr, John Maxwell, Isabel Allende, Michael Singer, Andy Stanley… well you get the picture. He reads them all.
This woman’s wake was filled to the brim. Children ran around and neighbors passed out sweet strong coffee with bread and cups of bean soup. Under tents we sat quietly in groups and talked about farms. Her family. Life, death and God.
