to mi abuelita

Two years ago my great grandmother passed away after 92 years of a life full of challenges, happiness and wisdom.
My great granny or abuelita Angelita as i used to call her was the strongest woman i ever met and I have to admit that most of my attitudes related to be strong in life comes from the example she gave me.
She was born in 1912 a year full of revolutionary things around the world, tragedies like the Titanic and blessings like my abuelita who raised 12 kids and thaught them the real meaning of unity in the family. 5 of them are still alive the rest died in different circumstances, but i never saw her complaining for her lost.
Her father was a Palestine man who moved to El Salvador a long time ago, he had 2 other women each of them with 3 or 4 kids and since my abuelita´s mother didn´t believed in marry she didn´t grew up with her father. But her brothers where always there and still are sharing all the wise things i have learned.
When i was little my parents always took me to her house for vacations and school breaks and I loved to go there. When you are a kid,you dont really demand too much to love someone or the place where that person lives, so i remeber i used to go there with the biggest joy ever and spent as many hours as possible in her company.
But I grew up and my life, dreams and expectations about life started to change; I didnt enjoy to go as much as i used to because i realized being in a place without TV wasn´t too fun. However, she never complained for my complains, she loved me for who I was instead of criticize me for what I was demanding. And her love made me change more than i imagine.
She taugth me to be strong when life shows you the coldest side like the day when her son Julio was murder by a drunk driver in California and after few weeks he was disconnected, but she didn´t complain.
She taught me to be thankful even when your situation is the worse like she did when her leg got gangrene during a visit in the States and while the doctors didnt think they could save the leg she was always kind even to the rude nurses and she never complainned.
She taught me to be determined like the day she decided to raise 12 kids . And she did a great job.
She taught me that to LOVE is more than just a word but a lifestyle when she kept supporting his husband while he was making music and even when he wasn´t too involved on the family thing , but she loved him until the day he died and even when he died young and as a product of a Brain hemorrhage ( one of the most unfair deaths to me ) she didn´t complain.
She never complainned neither for the pooverty nor for the pain.
And now I am here celebrating her life because this is the way she wanted me to remember her: as the woman who taught me how to live the real and tough life. The woman who loved Jesus so much that even when she was dying she asked the people in the room to sing anthems instead of cry.
The woman who loved her family not beacuse we visited her or not. Not beacuse we were figthing or loving eachother, She loved us for who we are, she loved us beacuse we were her children.