Remembering my grandmother today, in what would have been her 110th birthday. Here she is below, holding me, her only granddaughter.
The most important memory I have of my grandmother is how she always made me feel - loved, safe, perfect. Her eyes would light up when she saw me. She used to call me "rayito de sol" - her little ray of sunshine. She was the first person to really listen to me and to make me feel that my opinions truly mattered. And I amused her. I once told her that I thought my ears had the same shape as hers, but I hoped they wouldn't get as big. She laughed until she cried, and then she said she hoped so, too.
I regret so much that I have so few pictures of her. She loathed the camera, and somehow, managed to avoid it with amazing regularity. And yet, it's not so important. I have her face imprinted in my memory . . . and I don't need to see her face to feel her immense love.