Roses were her favorite flower, and she smelled like flowers. She laughed out loud, spoke her mind, cooked with an ease of passion and was easy to spend time with. My Grandma loved hugs and kisses and demanded them, though she may have been mad. She represented strength in every way imaginable and defined the word “love.” They say you never truly lose someone special due to them living forever in your heart, but what if it’s not enough? I love you, Grandma.
Irma Gonzalez Moore
Your loving granddaughter