I’m so happy I was able to say goodbye. We were with her last week, in Mexico, that’s why I’ve been a little absent here and on Twitter lately.
It’s a 7-hour drive from Austin to Monterrey, so we decided to drive home Sunday afternoon. When we left her, she was weak, barely eating, but stable; we thought we had more time and planned on coming back for the long Fourth of July weekend.
My grandma told my mom just before we left, “Si te vas, me voy a morir.” If you leave, I’m going to die. And she did just that. Less than 24 hours later, she was gone, and we were back on the road to Mexico.
We went straight to the funeral home when we arrived, and spent the entire evening there, until midnight or so, when I knew the girls couldn’t take it anymore (nor could I). Many, including my mom, spent the night.
Maya has been so worried about my grandpa, constantly giving him hugs and following him around, making sure he’s okay. It’s pretty amazing. She has such a good heart.
The crowd at the funeral today was incredible, unbelievable considering the short notice. I counted more than 20 coronas, these huge floral arrangements that are typical at funerals in Mexico.
She was so loved.
I’m going to miss her so much.