In Memory
My mother just made me realize that today is July 15. On this date back in 1992 my Grandmother Mary (mom's mom) passed away. She had a heart problem and actually 'died' but was brought back in 1985.
I will never forget when I got the phone call. I was working at Kenney's Shoe Store at Plaza Bonita in National City (San Diego). My Uncle Ernie called me to tell me. I was grateful I was in the back office when he told me. I immediately called up Scott (we had just started dating). He came and picked me up from work. I didn't care on who was around or saw I held on to Scott while I cried on his shoulder while we walked thru the mall. I had him drive me to the beach. I just sat on the sand with my work clothes still on and cried. I told Scott all of the stories and about her. We saw the sunset that evening.
I left for Arizona the next day with my uncle Ernie and my aunt Yolie. It was a long drive since Yolie had to stop at every damn rest area. I didn't have Scott come with me because this wasn't the best time for him to meet the family. The weekend in Tucson was kind of a blur. I remember certain things like I was a pall bearer, sitting in the front row at the funeral home criticizing people who didn't dress up for my Grandmother (along with my Aunts and cousins). To this day I can't listen to Eric Clapton "Tears in Heaven" without getting teary-eyed and thinking of her.
So why am I writing this? So I can have you know and remember my Grandmother Mary Louisa Paz.