In Loving Memory

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1/11/58 - 12/8/19

Hortencia Hernandez Osorio. 

 A sixty year old woman with a mean attitude and a big heart. She didn't speak any English, so it was often hard to talk to her, but we managed. She was a mean and fierce old lady, but she loved her family. If you asked her what her favorite color was, she'd say Cheetah Print. She wore it on everything. She loved those antique dolls that star in creepy movies, and she loved her family. She has three kids, two sons and a daughter, and four grandkids. I am one of those grandkids.

 Recently, her heart has been really bad and she has been having a bunch of health issues. We knew that sometime soon, it would be her time to pass from this life to the next, but its still hard when you love that person. On Friday, her heart stopped, and the doctors spent twenty minutes trying to bring her back, and finally her heart started beating again. The only problem was, her body was alive, but her mind was not. So they put her on Life Support and told us to say our goodbyes.

 If someone you loved was on Life Support and going to die, and the doctors said it was time to come say goodbye, would you go? I was faced with that choice, and I decided not to say goodbye. I don't want my last memory of my grandmother to be like that. I don't think I'm strong enough to go through that. Even though I wasn't there when they pulled the plug, I still felt it when she died. My aunt came to my house and told me, six minutes after she passed, and I couldn't stop crying.   

 She was my grandma, my dad's mom, and she died yesterday. Everyone keeps asking if I'm okay, and honestly, I don't know. I have been so busy taking care of the rest of my family that I haven't had time to really let it settle in. Thank goodness for my amazing friends that just let me cry on their shoulders today. 

 Sorry guys if I seem a little sad and distracted these next few weeks. I'm trying to be okay, but its going to be a struggle. Sorry for blurting all this out at you guys, but I needed to post this.

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