In Mexico we don’t usually have very cold winters, at least not in Mexico City. After three years of living in New York, coming back to Mexico has been quite an experience. I, obviously, see things differently.

Today is the 5th or 6th day it’s been cold. Not as cold as a winter night in New York, but definitely as cold as a fall night. If I go out, I can smell the cold wind… it’s not summer anymore, not even fall. It smells like winter in Mexico City.

I love that smell! It makes me travel through time to when I was a child. My mom used to love winter. I do too. You can layer up, hug someone, cuddle (if you have a special someone), walk holding hands and smell the cold wind, feel it on your face and make it go with a kiss.

I love winter! I just wish you were here… or I had a special someone… maybe soon.

Five months since she left her body, five months since she died. I miss her like hell… she was (IS) my mom.

So many thing to remember, so many stories, learning moments, surprises… She was strong, Austrian and Mexican for more than 40 years. She married a Mexican man (my dad) and left home to follow him. She created a new life in a foreign country but never let go her Austrian roots… she made them part of our life.

Five months without her, five months missing her and crying and crying… five months of mourning.