Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Yesterday in the very early hours of the morning, we recieved an international call, my grandmother passed away. She lived to a full age of 94. Now why I am sadden by the news I'm also relieved she's at rest. Last year she stayed with us for a few weeks. Her mind had already begun it's decline, confusing or forgetting things and people. In a moment of clarity, she told she wanted to return to Mexico so she can rest next to her parents and siblings. She said she was happy with the life she lived and was ready and waiting to move on. My mother and brother visited her earlier this year, and we knew she was ready to go. While she wasn't very crafty, she did love her roses. There isn't a single memory I have of her without her roses. So, while I can't travel to be at her funeral and mass, I can pay homage by making a bouquet of 94 roses.