1912 - 2009. Today would've been her 98th birthday. She was born in Honduras, Central America. She migrated to the US with her youngest daughter (my mom) in the 1960's - they arrived for her eldest daughter's wedding. Her native language was Spanish - and when she spoke English she had an island accent, from her youth in Belize, British Honduras. It was a beautiful accent, very interesting and I always loved it. She grew up very poor, and had many talents. Her cooking was wonderful. She was a seamstress and sewed clothing for her many children and Grandchildren. She was also a crocheter. She was very kind, and mild mannered. Yet she had a gaze that would stop you in your tracks, and make you think. She often said things like "out the light for me please" and "no true?"...and "cho man" which is like saying "c'mon...are you kidding me?". She often made her many Grandchildren laugh with her slang. And when she laughed she would close her eyes and chuckle with a big smile. In the late 70's when my brother and I were little, "Lita" would stay at our house in Queens NY to watch my brother and I while my mom went to work. Back then we would watch The Price Is Right, and get all excited about the showcase showdown, and we'd route for the contestants together. She would giggle with me while we watched Gilligan's Island. Her skin was soft and wrinkly, her hair was beautiful, silver and wavy, and always up in a bun. Except when she would brush it before bed, and I could see the lovely waves of white and silver. My Grandmother loved the Lord, and faithfully read her Bible first thing in the morning, and prayed always, and listened to Hymns on cassette many times per day, for as long as I can remember. Now she's an angel, but I've always considered her one. I named my daughter Lily after her, and I thank God that she was able to meet my children, and they were able to kiss her on her cheek when they said goodbye. I hope she knows how much we loved her, and miss her now.