I am so grateful for you, Grandma. I miss you so much, but I know you’re in a better place in heaven, not suffering anymore and free of pain in your new body, dancing with your siblings, looking at us and praying over us as we continue to pray for you. I never thought this day would come, because you always seemed like a holy saint to me, protected by God’s divine protection.
I love you. Thank you so much for taking care of me when I was little. I remember when I made you play Lego Batman with me, or watch me play because it made me happy having you watch me. Then I remember “cooking for you.” Of course it wasn’t real cooking I was far too little. I just put flour, pepper, salt, and random stuff in a pan and showed you, and you smiled. I’m sure I made a mess that you cleaned, and I’m grateful for that.
I also loved your cooking. I remember those eggs those buttery eggs. Now I know why I love butter so much, especially in my eggs. Thank you so much, my beautiful grandma.
I’m so grateful for the times my mom would drop me off when I was sick, or when I was to little for School and you would rush right in, take care of me, protect me, and nurse me back to health. I also remember the time Grandpa and you took me to H-E-B. You sat on your “booster seat” or “cushion” , and I sat in the middle between you and Grandpa as he sat on a seat similar to yours. You told me to wait while you went to get the groceries.
I’m so grateful for the parental love you showed me. I wish I could see you, but this is farewell until we meet again in heaven.
— Christopher Morales “Cristóbal” “weto” “mijo”