In Loving Memory of Reymunda

Reflection from Jarrod Brown.
She was crippled, blind, deaf, dirty. She had a broken hip, she was extremely malnourished, and she was being consumed by cancer. Her name was Reymunda (Ray -moon-du). She was in her mid nineties when we met her almost a year ago. The cancer that had consumed the entire right side of her face, her right eye and about two thirds of her nose was so painful to look at. It constantly oozed a clear liquid that her long beautiful white hair would get stuck in and matted to her face. She could not have weighed more than 60 or 70 pounds. Her dwelling could not be a home, water streamed through the old clay tile roof when it rained, the mud adobe brick walls were dissolving like saltine crackers in a glass of water with each new rain storm. She lived alone.