Birth date: Jul 5, 1932 Death date: Jun 7, 2025
Maria del Carmen De La Sierra July 5th 1932 - June 7th 2025 Es con profunda tristeza y amor que María Del Carmen De La Sierra nacida en Oriente Cuba, Hija de Angel Fonseca y Maria De La Luz Benítez, partió al encuentro con Dios Read Obituary
The family United in your honor and memory mi viejita bella🥰
Hoy te reunimos con abuelo en tu lugar de descanso final. Te queríamos mucho. Gracias por formar nuestra gran y hermosa familia. Viviremos en tu memoria y honor. Siempre estarás en nuestros corazones. #QDEP. ———————————————-Today we reunite you with Abuelo in your final resting place. You were loved dearly. Thank you for starting our big beautiful family. We will live on in your memory and honor. You will forever be in our hearts. #RIP
“Viejita” como yo te decia,
te fuiste al Cielo Porque Dios
asi lo quiso.
Que diosito te tenge el la Gloria. Una mujer fuerte, luchadora hasta el final.
Te agradesco averme visto como una hija mas y aunque no me traiste al mundo, traiste al mundo al hombre que mas amo.
Sin ti mi felicidad no hubiera sido possible.
Te vamos a estranar.
Abuelita we miss you so much. Thank you for the 92 years of life you given each and one of you will be truley missed 😔 you will for ever be in our hearts. Te extrañamos mucho abuelita
This week, we said goodbye to the heart of our childhood, my sweet Abuela Carmen.
She was the kind of grandmother you never forget, the one whose love was felt in every detail, every small moment that now feels so big.
Summers with her were the best memories for me as a child. She took care of me and my brother Oscar like we were her whole world. Every morning, she’d make us the same breakfast—scrambled eggs with ham—and somehow it never got old. It was my favorite, not because it was fancy, but because she made it. That and a loaf of Cuban bread.
I remember the sound of her sewing machine humming in the background. She had piles and piles of clothes she would sew, and I would sit and watch her for hours, mesmerized by the rhythm of her hands and the love she stitched into everything she made. I remember my mom buying fabric and giving it to abuela Carmen. She would turn that fabric into magic. She created matching pajama gowns for me and my little sister, and even made tiny clothes for our dolls.
Her days were simple, but full of joy. She loved her novelas, always playing in the background, and Radio Mambí. Her camarones enchilados were unmatched, and no one made sopita like she did. She had a way of turning food into comfort.
Sometimes, she’d take us on walks to the store, and without fail, she’d buy me candy. Just a small treat, but it made me feel so special. Her favorite at the time were strawberry filled hard candy bon bon.
Abuela Carmen gave us love through her time, her care, her stories, and the quiet strength she carried every day. I will forever hold her in my heart and see her in all the little things that remind me of those sweet, sunlit summers.
Te quiero mucho, Abuela. Su dulzura y bondad seran recordadas para siempre. Thank you for everything.
You will always be part of me. 🕊️💛
Gracias por las buenas memorias, tu dulsura y tu risa. Que en paz descanses Carmen.
No hay ningún recuerdo en el que mami no esté. Mi viejita como yo siempre le llamaba fue una mujer como ninguna otra, madre, hermana, hija, abuela y bisabuela. Tantos recuerdos que no se como empezar. Desde la ropita que le hacía a mis hijas y su cuidado cuando estaba embarazada de Aracely y estuve a punto de ser ingresada por mucha retención de agua en los pies. La comida que me hacía sin sal para mejorar mi condición. También recuerdo que me quizo enseñar a manejar y por poco le desbarató el carro. Su risa, su amor y su apoyo incondicional fueron un pilar fundamental en mi vida. Recuerdo cuando estaba en high school y me escapaba de clases cuando mi papa lo llamaron comió el síntoma y ella salió a mi auxilio diciéndole a papi “no le des a la niña que va a perder su periodo. Y como esos recuerdos muchos más. Sus comidas favoritas camarones enchilados y comida rápida papas fritas. Nunca te olvidaré mamá te amo, gracias por tus enseñanzas para ser mejor madre. No se como continuar sin ti.❤️
My dearest loving mother was a pillar and show of strength. My fondest memory of her was her constant concern for our safety and welfare. She would always say things ve con cuidado, cuídate, no andes sola, etc…. As some of you may know she was a diabetic but that didn’t stop her love for her sweet treats. She would always sneak to get popsicles and sweets and then hide the evidence of the popsicle sticks and candy rapers in the flower pots. Although we had to be stern with her at times about it, it was funny to find them hidden in random places. She would deny it was her just like she would deny ever drinking alcohol then go to ask for a sip of you glass or ask for a glass herself.
In the evenings, we like play games together. She was very competitive when playing cards and dominos even though she might at times cheat. She was cute so sometimes we would let it slide.
One thing she always wanted was more great grandkids. She would constantly ask her grandchildren when they would get married and have babies. Even with the many wedding she attended and the many grandkids she already had, it didn't stop her from wanting more.
Don’t even know where to start. When I introduced abuela to others when she lived with us I would introduce her as my best friend. Still don’t believe this happened but gosh am I going to miss her greatly. From bringing her crossword books and Chicharron because they make me think of her, to our walks around the neighborhood together and Grandma granddaughter lunch dates, to watching Telemundo together on a highest volume. (although I don’t really think she knew what was happening) I loved my quality time with her from doing her nails to taking her to taking her to pool/ beach trips, to playing dominoes even though she would try to act like she wasn’t cheating. I will miss her laugh and cuddles and her telling strangers her life story and will even miss her asking me for the millionth time when I’m going to get married and have kids. Breaks me that she won’t be there for those days when they come but she will still always be there with us! She experienced many hardships but no matter what happened she was always a strong woman despite everything. She created a big beautiful family and will always be our foundation. You are loved abuela. I will always be your cabezona. Te amo!
