Well everyone, it's after midnight so it's officially March 31.
I was doing quite well until I checked my e-mail a few minutes ago.
A dear friend had sent me an e-mail on March 26 saying her mom died last week.
I loved my friend's mom. She was a tiny funny and formidable woman from Peru. She spoke very little English. Her native tongue was Quechua.
We called her Mamita.
She and I communicated with hugs, smiles, and my broken Spanish. I met her in the early 90s. So long ago...
Mamita was almost 110. Her health had been fragile for many years but somehow it seemed she would outlive us all.
I can't stop crying.
I was doing quite well until I checked my e-mail a few minutes ago.
A dear friend had sent me an e-mail on March 26 saying her mom died last week.
I loved my friend's mom. She was a tiny funny and formidable woman from Peru. She spoke very little English. Her native tongue was Quechua.
We called her Mamita.
She and I communicated with hugs, smiles, and my broken Spanish. I met her in the early 90s. So long ago...
Mamita was almost 110. Her health had been fragile for many years but somehow it seemed she would outlive us all.
I can't stop crying.
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