Its the little things that seem to stand out the mosther rolled up Kleenexes, her colorful muumuus, and the aroma of her kitchen or a entra mija from the other side of the door letting you know it was all right to come in.
Ill remember her yelling at the price is right, and her novelas . There are so many things that I can see and feel as if they had just happened.
Im sure everyone here has memories much like mine. They are good memories, something well always have to cherish. It isnt often in our lives that we come across someone so special that that person stays with you forever. Grandma was that kind of person.
The only way to get hurt in this life is to care. Grandma cared more than most, loved more than most and was made to suffer more than most because of just how much she cared.
But no matter how many times she was knocked down or made to endure things that no one should, she just kept coming back caring more and loving moreopening herself up to even more pain. Yet there were never any complaints or bitternessit was the only way she knew how to live.
The kind of love Grandma felt for us was a love without condition. She may not have approved of everything we did, may not have liked some of the decisions we made, but she didnt lecture, she didnt judge. She just kept loving us, letting us know that she was there and if we ever needed her, we could count on her to listen, to comfort, to help.
She lived a simple life. It didnt take much to make her happya phone call, a card, a visit or a kiss before saying good night. Family was the most important people in the world to her. She lived to make our lives better and was proud of us.
To think that someone like her felt that way about us should make us all feel more than just a little good. We can never forget that there is a part of her in each of us, something that she gave to us and asked nothing for in return.
There have been and will be times in our lives when situations arise where well want so much to talk to her, be with her or ask her just what we should do. I hope that, when those times come, we can begin to look to each other and find that part of her that she gave to each of us.
Maybe we can learn to lean on each other and rely on each other the way we always knew that we could with her. Maybe then she wont seem quite so far away.
So, for your wisdom, your humor, tenderness and compassion, your understanding, your patience and your love thank you, AMA. After you, Grandma, the mold was indeed broken. Thank you so much. I love you.
Vicenta Ybarra Montoya, 87, of Pecos, passed away Saturday, August 3, 2013 at Medical Center Hospital in Odessa.
She is survived by her husband, Johnny Montoya of Pecos sons Tony Montoya of Dallas and Harvey Montoya of Pecos daughters Cynthia Montoya of Dallas, Gloria Cantu of San Antonio, and Patsy Lyles of Pecos sister Maria Armendariz of Novato, California 8 grandchildren 15 greatgrandchildren and 8 greatgrandchildren.