Te amo Buela

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.

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One Response to Te amo Buela

  1. matt says:

    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.

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