It's all so Quiet...

Well, it has been 3 weeks today. The house is quiet. Almost empty. I want to cry. Then I start laughing. I could not, for some reason, keep a strait face on with Grandma. Any one that knows how Grandma and I got along. I could say that we were like teenage kids. Making ourselves laugh until we cried. In the kitchen while she was cooking. Or even when she was washing clothes. She would always make the comment: "If I were younger, I would marry 3 or 4 times, now adays with Tortillas made, washing machines, clothes dryer, it seems more simple than the days when I was younger". Then I would answer: "But the men seem to never evolve with technology." Little things like that come to mind every day. When I am cleaning, washing, cooking. Even at the office when I am on the phone. She would love to talk on the phone. When we all had cell phones, she said she wanted one to if they are giving them away, so it seemed to her, since everyone had one. Especially the times she would trip and fall. Mom would be upset, and Grandma and I would be laughing. I am laughing right now typing this..... Dee

Appriciation

I want to thank everyone that helped out during this hard time. On be half of myself, especially to all who contributed food for the family. It was especially uplifting to all that gave me words of encouragement and inspiration. Everyone knows that I have lived with my Grandma' for about 20 years. And even before living with her after Papa Marcos passed, we visited every evening. My brothers and I were exchanging stories, and memories. I can still hear her singing in the kitchen making tortillas for breakfast. And as everyone knows, she made sure everyone that came to visit, had a GOOD breakfast. I will share more stories with you as time passes, and I really hope this blog will help us stay close. It is unfortunate that we gather and reunite under these circumstances, but I truly believe that God has his purpose. Our doors are always open, and we welcome everyone to share our memories. Again, thank you to all that were able to make it to Del Rio, and I understand the difficulties of living far. We know that your thoughts are with us. We will talk again soon.
Dee Cerda