Dixie Espinosa
Tia Caro will always hold a special place in my heart.
One of my earliest memories with her goes back to when I was around five years old living in the Dominican Republic. She and my tio Martin lived within walking distance of my grandmother Damiana’s house, and I remember visiting them often. Even as a child, I felt the warmth of her home and the kindness she carried so naturally.
Later, when my sisters and I moved back to the United States and farther away from my grandmother, Tia Caro quietly became that grandmother figure in my life. I didn’t get to see her often, but every time I did, she welcomed me with so much excitement and love. She always wanted to catch up, hear about my life, and made me feel deeply special — like no matter how much time had passed, I still mattered to her in the same beautiful way.
One of my most cherished memories was the last time I saw her at my cousin Johanna’s wedding. By then, her dementia had progressed, and I wasn’t sure whether she would remember me. But to my surprise and joy, she did. When we saw each other, we were both so happy. We hugged, laughed, and for a moment it felt like no time had passed at all. It was one of those gifts in life that I will carry with me forever.
Tia Caro was loving, joyful, and never hesitated to express her love to the people around her. She made people feel seen, supported, and cared for. Her unconditional love touched so many lives, including mine.
I will love her forever and always remember the warmth, joy, and unwavering love she gave so freely to everyone fortunate enough to know her.
