Kimberly Garza grew up going to the river, which depending on the day and her familyโs mood could have meant the banks of one of a few bodies of water: the Frio, the Sabinal, or the Neuces. All three rivers are in close proximity to Garzaโs hometown of Uvalde, Texas:
RIVERS ARE PLACES OF FORGETTING,ย of memory. But they are also places of healing.
The use of rivers and water in therapeutic practices is millennia old, employed by nearly every Indigenous culture known around the world. The term โriver therapyโ refers to the practice of swimming in a river or walking near one and drawing positive benefits and relief from the space and its elements. River sounds are used in relaxation training systems to soothe and calm people. Studies have shown that just listening to a river can alleviate stress.
The term โspaโ derives from the Latin phraseย sanitas per aquasโโ health through water.โ
UVALDE IS NO LONGERย known for rivers but for tragedy. We are part of a terrible tradition of Texas towns with this fate, among places like Santa Fe, El Paso, Sutherland Springs, and Allen. Since the massacre of May 24, 2022โthe murder of 19 children and two teachers at Robb Elementaryโwe have seen our unraveling, our sorrow and our rage, broadcast to the world. We have watched our townโs name, the names of our neighbors and families and friends, carried on a current farther away from us. We grieve, even today. Some part of Uvalde always will.
But the rivers are still here, the moments of respite in the waters around us.
I hope the healing is coming, too.
โI call my cousin who lives in Crosbyton to find out what it looks like now and if people still swim there,โ writes Bobby Alemรกn. โI ask him if there are still waterfalls. He laughs.โ
Silver Falls, once an idyllic swimming hole and recreation spot for families in Texas, no longer exists. But why did the waterfalls go dry? Alemรกn went back home to investigate why, and on the trip unexpectedly uncovers memories of his father, who died in 2005 at age 50.
She struggles to put words together to tell me about a separate incident involving my father. It turns out my dad once saved a drowning child at Silver Falls. He pulled a 6- or 7-year-old boy out of the water and performed CPR. The boyโs parents were hysterical. Screaming. โThey were sure he was gone,โ she says. โHe just pulled the boy out, right?โ I say, puzzled. โNo! Your dad brought the boyย back,โ my aunt emphasizes. โHe was as limp as can be.โ
Iโd never heard this story, but it didnโt surprise me. My grandfather tells me a similar story from many years ago about my dad spotting an injured hiker stranded on a ravine, most likely in the Guadalupe Mountains, when he and his girlfriend were on their way to Mexico for a trip. He was able to flag down help and get aid to the woman. My dad died in 2005 at the age of 50โtoo young. But since heโs been gone, his stories keep finding their way to me.