Last week my Great Grandma Emma died. I wasn't actually related to Emma. My great grandparents were divorced which was quite scandalous at the time. My Great Grandpa met Emma in her home country of Mexico.
Note: I used to love telling people my Great Grandma was from Mexico.They always looked totally confused because I am the whitest white girl ever.
Emma owned a beauty salon and when I was a kid she was the person who cut my hair. When at six I decided to trim my own bangs she took one look at me and said, "Aye, aye, aye!" (a phrase which I have cheerfully used ever since).
When she got excited she'd lapse into Spanish without realising it. She was so happy when I tried to carry on a conversation with her after I started learning Spanish in school.
Every single time she called our house the conversation went exactly like this"
Emma: Hello Kelly guess who this is.
Me: Hi Grandma Emma!
Emma: How did you know?
Me: (Umm you're the only person with a Mexican accent who calls and says "Hello Kelly guess who this is?")I recognized your voice.
Emma: How big are you now? (meaning how old was I)
Me: I'm (insert age)
Emma: Can you imagine? (another phrase I use ALL THE TIME)
Emma and my Great Grandpa moved to Texas for his health when I was in my teens. I missed her long before now but I've lost the chance to say good bye. I love you Emma! Always did, always will.