My grandmother passed away today and I was thousands of miles away. I had not seen her since before the pandemic, but I did speak to her last night for the last time. She was almost 94 and she died quickly, but it still feels awful. I will never have her fried plantains again.
My grandma, my mom, and me in Puerto Rico in 1972
My grandma, me, and my mom in 1999
My grandma in 2021 with her pandemic hair