Choosing a memory to share is already hard for me, not just because I’m indecisive, but because I have so many fond memories of my time with Lita. From Saturday morning pancakes at her house to making chile every Christmas for the pozole, there was never a dull moment when I was with her. 

Despite the many memories I’ve collected over my 18+ years with her, there is one memory I will always cherish forever. That being, the short hour and a half I would spend with her once every three nights when taking her dinner. If you knew Lita, she was a feisty little old lady, which would sometimes lead to intense debates as to why she should eat her chicken nuggets instead of her fries or why I couldn’t eat her food so that she didn’t have to eat it herself. Nonetheless, it would always end in a win-win situation where we’d end up sharing her dinner, talking about school and anything else that was on our minds. Although those dinners didn’t last very long, I looked forward to them every week. 

Lita, gracias por todas las bonitas memorias que me dejaste. ¡Te quiero muchísimo!


One of my favorite memories of Lita took place during the summer a couple years back. It was a hot summer day and my mom, sister, and I were visiting Lita at her house. We were watching the FIFA World Cup on the t. v and sitting down when we heard the paletero ring his bell. Her face (and mine as well) immediately lit up with excitement. She quickly reached for her money in her purse to treat my sister, mom, and I to some cold paletas to refresh us on that hot day. 
This is a fond memory because she would always go out of her way to take care of her grandchildren. Even until this past summer she would always offer to buy my sister and I some food. “¿Ya comiste?” she would ask us, in which we would respond with “No gracias Lita, ya comimos”.  
Lita was the most selfless person I knew and she would always take care and think of others. Lita te quiero mucho.


In Memoriam.
En los albores de mi infancia tuve la dicha de conocerte tia, fue tan sorpresivo nuestro primer encuentro que, salí corriendo de la casa en donde vivía mi abuelita antes de intercambiar palabra alguna. Nuestro primer saludo fue solo el intercambio de miradas, nunca hubiera imaginado que a partir de aquel momento nuestra historia comenzaría.
Fueron muchos los momentos de convivencia, comunicación e intercambios que Dios me concedió durante décadas y desde entonces identifique en ti: tu sencillez, arraigo a tu tierra, cordialidad ejemplar en el trato hacia las personas, franqueza, buen humor y principalmente el amor que siempre me mostraste. Larga seria la lista a describir para dejar constancia de los detalles y momentos ejemplares que fueron grabados en mi persona, extrañare nuestro dialogo y confidencias a las que la confianza dio lugar.
Muchas gracias tia por haber compartido conmigo ese lado humano y afectivo con el que siempre me trataste (con el mismo afecto y cariño trataste a mi esposa , hijas y nietos) con un gran cariño y afecto te digo: estarás por siempre en nuestro corazón, en nuestro pensamiento y en nuestras oraciones, serás un referente durante los años de vida que Dios nos  tenga asignados.
Con nuestro amor por siempre para ti.
Ezequiel y familia. 

Having a Nana like mine was a light in my childhood. Her amazing pancakes made me strive to make them just like her one day. Her "sopita" filled not just me, and my family's stomachs, but my friends too. I remember when my friends came over to her house with me, and they even asked for seconds of her "sopita". Even though I never learned Spanish to communicate with her, we still had our ways of communicating. She still had her ways of showing me she loved me. Winking, smiling, and laughing was her way of showing she cared and loved me. I would also wink, smile, and laugh back at her. She would always ask if I had eaten whenever I would go over to her house, making sure I had a full belly. When we played games like Trouble, Uno, and Loteria she always had her sneaky ways to cheat, and that would make my whole family laugh. Finding more than one Uno cards stuffed between the couch cushions was a routine. She was the sweetest, feistiest, most loving Nana I could have ever asked for. She did so much not only for her own kids, but grandkids, family, and friends. She raised four kids on her own, and that keeps me going whenever I need courage or motivation. Our language barrier didn't stop our relationship. She loved me, and I loved her. I would say goodbye to her saying three words I knew by heart. Those words were "te quiero mucho" and she would respond, "Yo tambien". I loved her so much, and I wish she were still here, but I know she is in a better place living peacefully and watching over us. 
Te Quiero Mucho Nana!
Sophia

Nana, 
No matter how few words you knew in English or I knew in Spanish, we understood each other. As I would eye your Diet Coke as a kid, you knew immediately to hand the can to me; even though you and I both knew, I wasn't allowed to have it. I still remember your hand gestures telling me to hurry up and give it back once the soda touched my lips, making sure my Dad didn't see. It was our secret. Every time I came over, I knew I was going to get something I could never have at home. And don't think this went one way. As my Dad walked out of the room with fries in front of me, I gave you the look. The greasy junk food you weren't supposed to have unless you ate your meal. But I still snuck it to you, and knowing you weren't allowed to have any, you chewed and swallowed it so fast before Dad would come back; so we both wouldn't get in trouble. We were a team, making sure that we both were getting something we wanted and covering for one another. But in all seriousness, I understood what a strong, independent and loving woman you were. I hope you are now able to see how important you were in my life. I love you so much Nana. Rest in eternal peace forever and ever. You deserve it more than anyone else. 
Love, 
Graciela

OBITUARY

Maria Carmen Suarez

15 June, 1929 – 28 October, 2021

Goodbody Mortuary

Show your support

Add a Memory

Share Obituary

Get Reminders

Services