Almarie
My grandma was the strongest, boldest, most independent, most intelligent woman I have ever known; nothing ever stopped her from what she wanted to do, most of which was to perform her duty as a deaconess in the Church of Christ (Iglesia Ni Cristo). She would tell me, “The devil would try to stop me from performing my duty, and I would say, “Get away from me, you devil; I will perform no matter what!” and that is exactly what she did. I miss her dearly and think of her at times least expected. Her death was devastating but only a reminder that the time will come when we will meet again. She always gave encouraging words of wisdom, whether it be to wake up early or simply to always pray. Even to the last day, she held my face and told me she loved me. I miss the touch of her hands, her small smirk on her face, and the look of disgust on her face when something didn’t taste, smell or even look good. I’ll never ever forget my grandma and I’ll never forget the words she would always speak. I can never ever say enough about her, and this is only a piece of the memories she left behind. I only hope to one day have the same courage and strength as her. This lonely land is not our true home… and sometime soon, we will all reach that glorious place that you loved to speak of and always longed to reach. You’ll always and forever be the epitome of inspiration. I promise to always try to be early, and when times get hard or when I miss you so much it hurts… I will pray. I love you and I miss you, Grandma Storm! Sleep well, until we see each other again.. Love, Almarie