Jerry Morris
It is with a great sadness that I write these words. How can I honor a beautiful life lived like that of my grandmother? Without her strength and perseverance I would not be the person I am today… I wouldn’t even be here without her courage to forge a better life for her family.
My first language was Spanish and those early years I was in her care a lot of the time. I unfortunately can’t remember much of those days but I remember being loved and cared for, being taken out to see “El Guau Guau” from next door, splashing in puddles… I remember my grandmothers smile. I miss her cooking. I miss being offered “un cafecito” after a delicious home cooked meal. Everything she did in life was to make the lives of her family better.
All the stories you told me Abuelita, every word you said to me I will keep in my heart. Your memory will live on in us, the children of your children. I hope now you are resting, I hope you are at peace, and hope you are restored of mind and tongue, reunited with Abuelito at last in heaven.
Dementia was cruel…
These last few years are not the sum of your life. They were tough on you. Seeing the spark of recognition, the glimmer in your eyes was tangible, but you were lost wading through the fog of memory... it hurt to see you like that after a lifetime of knowing how strong and courageous you were. I’d give anything to hear you tell me your stories again.
I love you Abuelita….
Te quiero mucho
Rest easy at last.
