Dear Tita Belen,
How's it going? There must be a party up there. Sorry, I didn't see you before you left.
You were very stubborn. But it was the good kind of stubborn. Even though you had cancer, you trusted God would heal you. You waited too long though to not see a doctor. And your cancer spread. I admire your trust in God still. He healed you and gave you a couple more months to enjoy, and then He would finally take you. You're an amazing singer. You helped me learn to crochet and get second place in the competition. You gave us money when we were younger. You told me all the love stories of how Mommy and Daddy got together. And some other pretty crazy things I never thought would ever happen. You're awesome at playing the piano. And your long long sermons are convicting. I love you. And I'll see you soon.
