Ramona was my paternal grandmother. She was married to Gregorio Vega (my grandpa, whom I never met). They had 5 children; Carmen, Francisco (my dad), Rufus, Heriberto, and Concepcion. They lived in a town called Caguas, in Puerto Rico. The only one that left town was my dad. After coming back from ww2 and because of his job, he decided to move closer to San Juan (the capital.) She used to tell me the story about how her love helped save my life when I was born. As a newborn, I wasn't doing well at all. Something was wrong, but no one could figure it out what was it, for I looked fine besides not eating (I guess back then, babies were not given the attention they get these days.) My mom demanded I was given the attention I needed, and that's when the hospital transferred me to a another facility. My grandma used to tell me; "you see this old sagging arms, well they were once stronger and carried you to that other hospital they had sent you to. I refused to let them throw you in an ambulance. As your dad drove I carried you in my arms and prayed to God for you. And here you are alive, healthy, and beautiful like the sun!" After all, as it turned out, all I needed was a nice stomach cleansing and that was it. My grandma used to tell me that story each and every time we went to visit her, which is to say almost every single week!!!!!
As a young woman, my grandma was a real humanitarian. She would, informally, adopt just about any unwanted kid. (Back then, it was very easy for good standing citizens to just take in a child and raise him/her as their own.) She would take them into her home, feed them, clothe them, and send them to school like she did with her own 5 kids. She even raised nieces and nephews of hers. Honestly, I don't exactly know how many "informal" uncles and aunts I had, for they were too many, and by the time I was told about it most of them had passed away, others had moved far away and had lost contact with the family .
The family would always gather at my grandma's home on Sundays. She would cook, and everyone would also bring something for our family's sundays supper. The men and boys would sit in the living room and watch baseball games (if in season), play dominoes, or just sit and talk. The ladies and girls, were in the kitchen, or in the backyard also talking, and just having fun. That was a great tradition, for it was a wonderful way to keep in touch with relatives.
Grandma was quite old, thus, she used to share stories about the Spanish/American war with us. Eventually her memory had started to fade, the fam used to think she was senile. She was a really healthy lady, as far as I know, she was not suffering from any other illnesses. Later we realized it was alzheimer's disease. My aunt Carmen took grandma to her house, for at this point she needed constant care. My family don't believe in nursing homes, we do whatever we have to do, but we take care of our elders. Just like they did whatever they had to do to take care of us, and accomodated us into their lives when we were little. Even though my grandma's memory would come and go and at times, she couldn't even recognize her family, the gatherings continued at my aunt's.
One morning, grandma woke up in a great mood, recognized her daughter, my aunt, and actually requested a very specific breakfast. She wanted coffee, scrambled eggs, toast with jelly, freshly squeezed orange juice, and oatmeal. My aunt was surprised, because my grandma had recognized her, and because she had asked for such a big breakfast. Grandma wasn't a breakfast person, usually, coffee was enough for her. When my aunt went to get grandma out of bed to wash up and eat her breakfast, she found that my grandma had passed away. She's greatly missed and loved! I know she's with God. She earned a little place in heaven by giving so much of herself to all those kids that needed her love and help. I love you grandma, sleep well.....
*********IN RECOGNITION*********
A VERY SPECIAL AND HEARTFELT
THANK YOU TO MY NEW FRIEND NONAME
(VIVIAN) FOR SPONSORING MY
GRANDMOTHER'S MEMORIAL. MAY YOU BE
BLESSED FOR SUCH KIND AND NOBLE
GESTURE!
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As a young woman, my grandma was a real humanitarian. She would, informally, adopt just about any unwanted kid. (Back then, it was very easy for good standing citizens to just take in a child and raise him/her as their own.) She would take them into her home, feed them, clothe them, and send them to school like she did with her own 5 kids. She even raised nieces and nephews of hers. Honestly, I don't exactly know how many "informal" uncles and aunts I had, for they were too many, and by the time I was told about it most of them had passed away, others had moved far away and had lost contact with the family .
The family would always gather at my grandma's home on Sundays. She would cook, and everyone would also bring something for our family's sundays supper. The men and boys would sit in the living room and watch baseball games (if in season), play dominoes, or just sit and talk. The ladies and girls, were in the kitchen, or in the backyard also talking, and just having fun. That was a great tradition, for it was a wonderful way to keep in touch with relatives.
Grandma was quite old, thus, she used to share stories about the Spanish/American war with us. Eventually her memory had started to fade, the fam used to think she was senile. She was a really healthy lady, as far as I know, she was not suffering from any other illnesses. Later we realized it was alzheimer's disease. My aunt Carmen took grandma to her house, for at this point she needed constant care. My family don't believe in nursing homes, we do whatever we have to do, but we take care of our elders. Just like they did whatever they had to do to take care of us, and accomodated us into their lives when we were little. Even though my grandma's memory would come and go and at times, she couldn't even recognize her family, the gatherings continued at my aunt's.
One morning, grandma woke up in a great mood, recognized her daughter, my aunt, and actually requested a very specific breakfast. She wanted coffee, scrambled eggs, toast with jelly, freshly squeezed orange juice, and oatmeal. My aunt was surprised, because my grandma had recognized her, and because she had asked for such a big breakfast. Grandma wasn't a breakfast person, usually, coffee was enough for her. When my aunt went to get grandma out of bed to wash up and eat her breakfast, she found that my grandma had passed away. She's greatly missed and loved! I know she's with God. She earned a little place in heaven by giving so much of herself to all those kids that needed her love and help. I love you grandma, sleep well.....
*********IN RECOGNITION*********
A VERY SPECIAL AND HEARTFELT
THANK YOU TO MY NEW FRIEND NONAME
(VIVIAN) FOR SPONSORING MY
GRANDMOTHER'S MEMORIAL. MAY YOU BE
BLESSED FOR SUCH KIND AND NOBLE
GESTURE!
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Ramona was my paternal grandmother. She was married to Gregorio Vega (my grandpa, whom I never met). They had 5 children; Carmen, Francisco (my dad), Rufus, Heriberto, and Concepcion. They lived in a town called Caguas, in Puerto Rico. The only one that left town was my dad. After coming back from ww2 and because of his job, he decided to move closer to San Juan (the capital.) She used to tell me the story about how her love helped save my life when I was born. As a newborn, I wasn't doing well at all. Something was wrong, but no one could figure it out what was it, for I looked fine besides not eating (I guess back then, babies were not given the attention they get these days.) My mom demanded I was given the attention I needed, and that's when the hospital transferred me to a another facility. My grandma used to tell me; "you see this old sagging arms, well they were once stronger and carried you to that other hospital they had sent you to. I refused to let them throw you in an ambulance. As your dad drove I carried you in my arms and prayed to God for you. And here you are alive, healthy, and beautiful like the sun!" After all, as it turned out, all I needed was a nice stomach cleansing and that was it. My grandma used to tell me that story each and every time we went to visit her, which is to say almost every single week!!!!!
As a young woman, my grandma was a real humanitarian. She would, informally, adopt just about any unwanted kid. (Back then, it was very easy for good standing citizens to just take in a child and raise him/her as their own.) She would take them into her home, feed them, clothe them, and send them to school like she did with her own 5 kids. She even raised nieces and nephews of hers. Honestly, I don't exactly know how many "informal" uncles and aunts I had, for they were too many, and by the time I was told about it most of them had passed away, others had moved far away and had lost contact with the family .
The family would always gather at my grandma's home on Sundays. She would cook, and everyone would also bring something for our family's sundays supper. The men and boys would sit in the living room and watch baseball games (if in season), play dominoes, or just sit and talk. The ladies and girls, were in the kitchen, or in the backyard also talking, and just having fun. That was a great tradition, for it was a wonderful way to keep in touch with relatives.
Grandma was quite old, thus, she used to share stories about the Spanish/American war with us. Eventually her memory had started to fade, the fam used to think she was senile. She was a really healthy lady, as far as I know, she was not suffering from any other illnesses. Later we realized it was alzheimer's disease. My aunt Carmen took grandma to her house, for at this point she needed constant care. My family don't believe in nursing homes, we do whatever we have to do, but we take care of our elders. Just like they did whatever they had to do to take care of us, and accomodated us into their lives when we were little. Even though my grandma's memory would come and go and at times, she couldn't even recognize her family, the gatherings continued at my aunt's.
One morning, grandma woke up in a great mood, recognized her daughter, my aunt, and actually requested a very specific breakfast. She wanted coffee, scrambled eggs, toast with jelly, freshly squeezed orange juice, and oatmeal. My aunt was surprised, because my grandma had recognized her, and because she had asked for such a big breakfast. Grandma wasn't a breakfast person, usually, coffee was enough for her. When my aunt went to get grandma out of bed to wash up and eat her breakfast, she found that my grandma had passed away. She's greatly missed and loved! I know she's with God. She earned a little place in heaven by giving so much of herself to all those kids that needed her love and help. I love you grandma, sleep well.....
*********IN RECOGNITION*********
A VERY SPECIAL AND HEARTFELT
THANK YOU TO MY NEW FRIEND NONAME
(VIVIAN) FOR SPONSORING MY
GRANDMOTHER'S MEMORIAL. MAY YOU BE
BLESSED FOR SUCH KIND AND NOBLE
GESTURE!
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As a young woman, my grandma was a real humanitarian. She would, informally, adopt just about any unwanted kid. (Back then, it was very easy for good standing citizens to just take in a child and raise him/her as their own.) She would take them into her home, feed them, clothe them, and send them to school like she did with her own 5 kids. She even raised nieces and nephews of hers. Honestly, I don't exactly know how many "informal" uncles and aunts I had, for they were too many, and by the time I was told about it most of them had passed away, others had moved far away and had lost contact with the family .
The family would always gather at my grandma's home on Sundays. She would cook, and everyone would also bring something for our family's sundays supper. The men and boys would sit in the living room and watch baseball games (if in season), play dominoes, or just sit and talk. The ladies and girls, were in the kitchen, or in the backyard also talking, and just having fun. That was a great tradition, for it was a wonderful way to keep in touch with relatives.
Grandma was quite old, thus, she used to share stories about the Spanish/American war with us. Eventually her memory had started to fade, the fam used to think she was senile. She was a really healthy lady, as far as I know, she was not suffering from any other illnesses. Later we realized it was alzheimer's disease. My aunt Carmen took grandma to her house, for at this point she needed constant care. My family don't believe in nursing homes, we do whatever we have to do, but we take care of our elders. Just like they did whatever they had to do to take care of us, and accomodated us into their lives when we were little. Even though my grandma's memory would come and go and at times, she couldn't even recognize her family, the gatherings continued at my aunt's.
One morning, grandma woke up in a great mood, recognized her daughter, my aunt, and actually requested a very specific breakfast. She wanted coffee, scrambled eggs, toast with jelly, freshly squeezed orange juice, and oatmeal. My aunt was surprised, because my grandma had recognized her, and because she had asked for such a big breakfast. Grandma wasn't a breakfast person, usually, coffee was enough for her. When my aunt went to get grandma out of bed to wash up and eat her breakfast, she found that my grandma had passed away. She's greatly missed and loved! I know she's with God. She earned a little place in heaven by giving so much of herself to all those kids that needed her love and help. I love you grandma, sleep well.....
*********IN RECOGNITION*********
A VERY SPECIAL AND HEARTFELT
THANK YOU TO MY NEW FRIEND NONAME
(VIVIAN) FOR SPONSORING MY
GRANDMOTHER'S MEMORIAL. MAY YOU BE
BLESSED FOR SUCH KIND AND NOBLE
GESTURE!
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