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A Woman’s Story Is Her Legacy
How my grandmother’s life inspires me every day
My grandmother Betty, “Abuelita,” as I called her, embodied strength, resilience, and selflessness. She taught me what a tenacious woman is by being one.
She played a significant role throughout my life, especially during my early years. She took care of me when I was sick. She taught me how to cook. She spoiled me but also disciplined me.
No one’s cooking will ever be a match for the feasts she prepared. Her hugs had the power to make my worries go away, even if for a few seconds. I wish I could hug her again. She loved me the way only grandmothers with big hearts can love.
Who Betty Was
She was born on October 1, 1932, in Llallagua, Bolivia. She was the third child of four, with two sisters and a brother.
Her father died when she was young. His family had refused to help my great-grandmother, Raquel, in any way. She raised her four kids on her own.
My “Abuelita” used to tell me that her mother was strict and that she pushed her to be self-sufficient.
