This is the only bridge, of three, that allows people traffic. The water is almost level to the bridge. When I was a kid, the water seemed so far away which always made the trips across scarier just in case I slipped and fell into the Rio Grande. To see it that close to the bridge terrifies me more now than it ever did back then.
In my 33 years, I have never seen the water this high. To make matters worse, and just that much more heartbreaking, is one of my mom's beloved cousins, my second cousin, died yesterday evening after a long and painful battle with cancer. My Grandma has buried 3 of her nieces in under 2 1/2 years.
And the shit just got real.