April 7, 1919, the date that
always commemorates your birthday. Whether it was destiny or the will of the
Lord you moved ahead of me on this journey in the same month. Although I can’t
remember exactly which day. I don’t really care, you are still with me. Few
people knew that your name was Ramona del Carmen. I think that you never liked
your first name because I used to call you Ramona just to tease you but, you
were and always will be Dona Carmencita. Somebody said (I don’t know who) that
the life of the dead is in the memory of those still living. I agree. You made
a mark on my life in a way that I am only now aware. Your memory is in my way
of cooking, my way of talking , in the words I have used when I talk with my
son and then he asks me for a translation as If I was talking with him in
another language. Maybe he is right, your language. While I am alive you will
alive. Happy 98th anniversary Grandma.
-- Claudia
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