My 91 year old year old grandmother passed away earlier this afternoon. (It's technically already Monday, but she passed away on Sunday) Suddenly, everything else happening in the world, really didn't seem as important anymore. My grandma was an amazing woman. She lived a long and fruitful life. She came to the United States from Nicaragua when she was very young. Not long after, she met and married my grandfather and they raised 5 children. One of them, my dad. My grandma was a spitfire. She was always laughing and loved to dance and sing. She sang loud and proud and didn't care who heard her or who didn't want to hear her. She sang. She also loved wearing flowers in her hair, or tucked behind her ear. It didn't matter the season, or the occasion, if she saw a flower, it was highly likely that she was going gt wear it. She also loved wearing bright red lipstick. I think I inherited that trait. She also never met a stranger and was the life of the party. Always. She loved me. I was her first grandchild, how could she not? Although her death was not unexpected, as she had been in a hospice for over a month now, it still jolted all of us. My dad is taking it the hardest. I'm mostly worried about him. She was his everything. He was a mama's boy. Even now, at his 74 years of age. I am very sad, but I haven't cried. At Sunday mass this evening, as I was praying for her soul, I started to cry but made myself stop, because if I didn't, the dam would break and I wouldn't be able to control them. I haven't shed a tear since.
Not really the way I was going to spend my Sunday. But then, since when does life let you
plan anything?
Heaven gained another angel today. La quiero mucho abuelita, que en paz descanse.
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| Maria Mercado aka "Abue" short for Abuela |
Peace.
