My Grandma turned 100 years old.
Today my family celebrated her birthday in San Elizario, Texas. A priest from the San Eli Mission came to celebrate mass at her home and my relatives and cousins and friends from the community sang and played mariachi instruments, made tremendous amounts of food and celebrated.
She has blessed our family with her love, care and long life. We all have special and happy memories that we will keep in our hearts forever.
I remember her playing Bingo and Monopoly with us when we were younger. I showed her my magic tricks and she would watch "her stories" on tv. We looked forward to her staying with us overnight and would go through extra effort to make sure she was comfortable.
She's old enough to have travelled by covered wagon.
Over the last 6 years or so, her condition has worsened quite a bit. The last time I saw her, she didn't know who I was.
She's blind, mostly deaf, and is probably senile.
Mom told me that when they played Las Mananitas (a traditional Mexican birthday song) for Ama, she teared up... everyone at the party believed she was aware of what was happening.
I love you Grandma. You did it, but now it's time to rest. Go on, we'll be ok.