Grandma's funeral was very nice. When we got to her house in Deming I saw my handprint in the concrete. This occurred when I was only 3 years ago. To me this summed up how I was feeling- part of me will always be in Deming. I couldnt help but get a little emotional because I have the best of memories playing with my cousins and seeing grandpa and grandma.
I took Rachel to a few of the places around grandma's house were I would play. We went where grandpa kept a peacock. We walked by the shed where grandpas workers would sleep and where my cousins and I would play house. I even took her to Maria Dr. The street named after my grandma (by my grandpa who loved her) in the middle of my grandpas trailer park (which is also named MAIZ trailer park- Maria A. I. Zuniga).