A Nurse with a Heart of Gold

My aunt Berta (second aunt) was a nurse in a different county that my grandfather but they knew each other because of politics. My families were of different points of views and different parties but never allowed anyone to fight, argue orstop talking to each other. They both were fighters for social justices and humble hearts. My aunt most of the time paid out of pocket for transportation and paperwork need it to get medicine, vaccines and more for multiple communities. She was a nurse with a passion and compassion for her job and people in need. Sadly she passed when I was 10 years old from Cancer. I use to go to her work and see how people from rural areas will bring her all sort of things to show her appreciation. She is remembered and honored in the community she grew up, worked and died. There is a small tribute room between the school of the community and the place she worked at. The hospital in town and doctors in the capital do talk, honor and love her work.

My mami, the most wonderful woman I know. My mom gave her work at school secretary to raise four children as my father traveled back and for for his business. My mom and dad were married for 13 years, all of the 13 years he traveled 10 hours and lived more in another state than with us. He owned a transportation company and some land. he never wanted for us to move to that state because he was never home either way. After 13 years he found a 19 year old girlfriend and the divorce was expected from the adults who knew of his affair. My mom started working again and raised four children as a single mother, without economic support from my father she managed to provide us with all what we need it and some more. my mom will come from work were she worked until 5 or 6pm, checked backpacks, homework and chores (we lived with my grandmother). She always encourage us to always do our best, she is my inspiration and alone with my husband my rock! I lived with my mom until I was 26th years old, after I got married and until I came to the United States of America. My mami never spoke bad about my father even after he abandoned us, never gave us economic support or visited us. I missed him but was raise by an amazing woman who until today still support me, advice me, and get after me if I do something she does not consider appropiate or right. She said "I might be 40 years old (I am not there yet) but I am still her daughter. I honor, respect, and admire my mami. I love her to the moon and back!