My great grandmother passed away a few days ago. I just found out about it today, word doesn’t travel so swiftly along the Kroll clan, my dad thought I knew already. I’m pretty sad about it, although she was 100 years and 10 months old and simply went to sleep surrounded by loved ones and there are worse ways to go, right? I met her only a few times, she didn’t like to travel too far from Tuscon but I called her and would always send her mother’s day cards and Christmas cards with crudely written sentiments in Spanish. Did I mention she was Mexican and didn’t speak any English? She was warm and funny and kind and the most amazing cook and I loved my Nina very, very much. I called and spoke to her back in July so I’m glad I got to tell her how much I loved her, well, the best I could, but I’m sure the message came through, sometimes the words aren’t so much important when the sentiment is there.
Here is a photo of her and my great grandfather:
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