I celebrate Dia de Los Muertos in memory of my grandparents. I have tried to keep every moment spent with them in my heart and mind. I see a lot of them in my parents, and a bit of them in me. They stay alive in my thoughts, mannerisms, and how I see the world. I was lucky enough to have been able to get to know them very well. I am so grateful to them because my grandparents are the root of who I have become. Their gift to me was culture, family, and love. I am a product of who they were and continue to be, forever in my memory and my heart. Los Quiero para siempre ❤️❤️❤️.
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This is My Mamá Chuy. I had a special relationship with her, I believe it was because our birthday’s were a day apart. I got to spend the most time with her, she passed away when I was 19. I like to think I’m a lot like her, or I try to be.
My Papá Pablo he was Mamá Chuy’s husband. He was very tall and was always dressed to impress. He passed when I was 7, however I remember his voice very clearly and how big his hands were compared to mine.
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My Mamá Felícitas, she is my fathers mother! I didn’t get to meet her until I was three years old. My fondest memory of her was praying rosaries with me late at night to put me to sleep, because i was so hyper. She also made us the best food, I still dream about till this day.
My Papá José was my heart. He is Mama Felicitas husband and my fathers dad. He passed when I already had Oliver. I was so happy Papa Jose got to meet my son. He was pure kindness and Joy. The most light hearted man who taught me to live more and worry less.
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You keep your loved ones alive in you heart and memory, never forget them.
SIEMPRE EN MI MENTE.
Love,
Cyndi
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