The last time I saw her, sad to say, was 2006. She came to Florida, then got ill at my home. It was a scary time. She had fluid in her lungs and ended up being hospitalized. We visited and spent time with grandpa at home. It was a trying time but we made do and at least I got to be with them.
None of us sisters from dad's line could attend. She died Tuesday around 10 p.m. They buried her Thursday at 2 p.m.-ish. Flights were too expensive for us.
She was feisty when coherent. She always made us eat. "Cóme!, Cóme!" (Eat, eat!) she'd yell. She had strong religious beliefs. She and grandpa are the reason I believe in God and my salvation through Jesus. When my parents did not go to church, our grandparents took us along. Dragged us, you might say, but I am eternally grateful.
I will miss my abuela. I don't think anyone will miss her more though than my abuelo and my sister Brenda. Bar none.