Rosa Maria was my first cousin, but I was also blessed to call her Nina, when she agreed to become my Godmother for my first communion.
When I was four, Rosa took care of me while my parents worked. Her son Mico Jr. and I were playmates often getting into mischief. One memory that my Nina loved to share with others was how Mico and I would “pretend” to be asleep when she put us down for our afternoon nap. She could hear us playing in the bedroom, but when she would come to check on us, we would hurry to lay on the bed and pretend to be asleep, squeezing our eyes shut tight and posing like rigid boards. As soon as she would leave the room, she could hear us giggling, thinking we had fooled her. Oh, the innocence of youth!
Nina, I will remember how you taught me to say grace before meals, and how you continued to guide me through my adult years. Both my sister Laura and I will always be grateful for the time you spent with us as we cared for our mother in her final days. Your support meant so much!
I will miss your calls that always started with, “This is your Godmother” and were always full of the things you loved: stories about family, fashion, Mexican music, novelas, cooking advice and the latest projects you were crocheting. Thank you for the scarves you sent for my birthday! Bill and I will wear them to your service.
Until we are reunited in heaven, may your radiant spirit continue to shine in our hearts “For where your treasure is, there also be your heart.” (Matthew 6:21)
Love, Lydia