Buela,
I remember the smell of fresh tortillas on the stove.
I remember the impeccably clean house.
I remember your small loving hugs and your always caring hands.
I remember your patience and strength.
I remember hearing how you got stuck in the snow, and had to be helped out, but you still walked to the bus stop. (That one always makes me smile.)
I am so glad to have you as part of my life, and that you had the opportunity to meet my wife, and be a part of our wedding.
You will be forever missed, but never forgotten. We love you Abuelita.
Granted this was posted nearly a month ago, but still…
It’s damn touching. Puts into words what I felt when my grandmother passed.
Thanks.