Granny had a way of making life feel full — full of love, full of warmth, and sometimes, full of “get up, we’re going to Sunday service” --- whether I liked it or not. Looking back, I’m grateful she did.
She didn’t tell me who to be. She just guided me with patience and quiet strength, letting me figure it out on my own. She was tough, hardworking, and kind in a way that felt natural — like it was just who she was.
I’ll never forget the sound of her humming while baking her weekly cakes or the joy of baseball games together as a kid. Friday night dinners at Acapulco’s or Silver Dragon’s felt so ordinary back then, but now they feel like treasures.
Granny worked hard her whole life, but she always made space for family, tradition, and love. I’ll miss her deeply, but I know she’s still with me — in the lessons she taught me and the memories she gave me.
Rest easy, Granny.