On January 9, 2016, my husband of twenty years passed away leaving me with our 5 and 7-year-old daughters. Friends and family from all over the United States came into town for the wake, funeral, burial, and to help me pull my life back together. When it was all said and done, my three girlfriends and I went to Versailles for lunch before two of them flew back home. It was a moment of reprieve. And there, in the midst of my grief, my friend Ana started telling me Alvarez Guedez jokes as we waited for our cafecito. It was the first time I had laughed in weeks. It felt good to laugh among friends, comfort food, and in a place that my husband I had frequented so many times. And as I laughed, I realized that it was going to be OK. That I was going to make it. To this day, I still walk into Versailles and can’t help but smile from this special memory.