May the Flight of Angels Lead you into Paradise...

My great-grandmother, Teresa just passed away about an hour ago- I just found out.
The last time I ever saw her, she asked that I never forget her. She kissed me on the forehead, and then she kissed my hand and asked me to pray for her- all this while tears formed in her eyes. Maybe she knew I'd never see her again.

How ironic that I was just studying the sacrament of the Anointing of the Sick in class yesterday. We talked about Donne's "Death Be Not Proud" and I remember agreeing to the theory that death is but a moment...a comma, not a semicolon.

I had never interacted with her much, as she never moved away from the small town in Mexico in which she was raised. However, even as a young kid, I fed off of her nurturing ways whenever we rode into Ojocaliente, Zacatecas, where she lived and died. She was about 98 or so; a nice long life she got to experience. I don't know why I'm this sad about a person I hardly interacted with. It might be because she was always so genuine everytime that I did see her. Truth always shines bright, and so, I'm sure, she will shine in Paradise...I'll see her again.

**Descanse en paz, abuelita Teresa. Nunca me podria olvidar de usted. Que Dios bendiga su alma.
Con amor imenso, Jenny.**