Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-5518179-20150224033235/@comment-3002957-20150224131005

Ah my grandmother, where do I begin? I was blessed with a woman who took care of me; fed me (Plenty of candy at that) and scolded me. She was another mother who filled my heart to the brim with love and joy. When I was a wee duckling, everytime I went to see her I would shout with my brother "Nana!!!" then run up to her and give her a big hug. Like any grandmother, she let me do what my dad would not; IE run around the house loudly, shout and play, and the occasional rough housing. Everytime my dad would tell me to stop and hush up, she would merely say: "Let them be, you did this when you were young too chico."

She was my superhero, the one who took care of me when I was young, and the one I took care of when I was older. I miss her to this day and sobbed with all my heart when she passed away. But she left me with these words on her deathbed, "Be true to yourself nino, and live life everyday like it is your last. Yo te amo mi nino." Nani, I know you are watching over me and protecting me. Yo te amo con todo mi corazon. Gracias <3