Quiet Strength

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Quiet Strength, those would be the two words with which I would describe my Grandma, Mi abuela, Margarita Quiñones. Today I was given the news that she passed away and those are the words that keep coming to my mind. I can still remember my Grandma’s days, she would wake up early in the morning and make some coffee for her and grandpa. Then she would get ready to walk her grandchildren to the nearby elementary school, something that was done so often since there was a new kid to take to school everyday. After leaving the kids in school she would come and cook and take care of her home, go outside, work around the garden and take care of the smaller kids, until it was time to get the others from school. She was a really loving person, I still remember when she would tell us all that she was able to learn in just a couple of years that she was able to go to school, how she would tell us some of the English words she had learned and how all of us would gather together with her and grandpa to watch comedy shows and the news. While Grandpa has always been the storyteller, she was the quiet one, when Grandpa would flare up and fight against wrongdoings, she would be the one that in her quiet disposition would try to make things better with love. I am pretty sure they were a match made in heaven, as balanced as a couple could ever be. Now, that she has passed, the thing that saddens me is thinking about Grandpa, his heart belonged to her from the moment they laid eyes on each other. Even in the frailty of her last years, Abuelo in his strength would move mountains if it was necessary to make her feel more comfortable. He would feed her, stand by her, change her clothes, love her and give her all that he could possible could. I pray that during this time he will have strength and comfort in knowing that he loved her the best that he could have. I pray that the women in my family, and even the men would learn from her, how through her life and her quiet strength she made a difference by raising all her grandchildren. I pray that all of us in the family can learn from their marriage, how in the the hardest of times they learned to count on each other, fight alongside each other and made love the most important thing… for our benefit. There is no doubt in my heart and mind that she is enjoying heaven now, where there are no tubes going in and out of her body, where she can freely speak and move and where there is no more pain and suffering.
I loved that woman and will always love her.







