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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.
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Español:
Fuerza silenciosa, esas son las dos palabras con las que describiría a mi abuela, Margarita Quiñones. Esas fueron las palabras que repetía en mi mente cuando pensaba en ella. Todavía recuerdo como ella pasaba sus días, en la mañana luego de preparar café para ella y abuelo, se dirigía a caminar a sus nietos a la escuela, algo que se repetía constantemente, ya que cada año había un nieto nuevo el cual llevar. Luego de dejar los nietos en la escuela, regresaba a la casa, cocinaba, ponía la casa en orden, salía afuera, arreglaba el jardín y se encargaba de cuidar a los nietos mas pequeños, hasta que era hora de recoger a los demás. Ella siempre estuvo llena de amor, todavía recuerdo sus historias de las cosas que había aprendido en la escuela aun habiendo podido ir solo por poco tiempo, recuerdo cuando nos decía algunas palabras en Ingles que había aprendido y como en la tarde todos junto con ella y Abuelo veíamos las noticias y programas de comedia. Mientras Abuelo siempre tenia muchas historias, ella era la mas callada, cuando Abuelo se molestaba cuando alguien había hecho algo incorrecto, ella era la que en su silencio trataría de resolver la situación con amor. Estoy seguro que ellos fueron una pareja creada en el cielo, balanceada como pocas otras. Ahora, que ella ya no está, lo que mas me entristece es pensar en Abuelo, su corazón le pertenecía a ella desde el primer momento en que sus ojos la vieron. Aun en la debilidad de sus últimos días, Abuelo estando aun fuerte, era capaz de mover montañas de ser necesario para que ella estuviera mejor. El le daba comida, se paraba junto a su cama, la cambiaba, la amaba y le daba todo lo mejor que el podía ofrecer. Le pido a Dios que le de fuerza a Abuelo y consuelo en saber que la amo lo más que sus fuerzas le permitieron. Le pido a Dios que las mujeres en mi familia, y aún los hombres, aprendamos de ella que aun en su fuerza silenciosa hizo una diferencia en nuestras vidas. Oro que todos en la familia podamos aprender de su matrimonio, como en los momentos mas difíciles aprendieron a contar el uno con el otro, a pelear juntos en contra de las dificultades y a hacer de el amor lo mas importante… para nuestro beneficio. No hay duda alguna en mi corazón y en mi mente que ella esta disfrutando en el cielo en este instante, sin tubos entrando y saliendo de su cuerpo, donde puede hablar y moverse libremente sin dolor y sin sufrimiento.




It's hard to type a comment through the tears. This is such as beautiful post, my friend. You have honored both of your grandparents so well in writing it. And the photo speaks volumes about their love. My prayers are with you. Thank you for sharing this.
Thanks Nicole. It means a lot!
I'm so sorry about the loss of your grandma. This is an absolutely beautiful post and I also thank you for sharing it. What a loving and wonderful example their relationship is!
You're in my prayers and I'm saving a big hug for you on Thursday!
Thank you Christy! Yay, Thursday!
Thanks Nicole. It means a lot!
Thank you Christy! Yay, Thursday!