Dona Stobert lit a candle on 12/30/2015:
"Dear Garry, what is there to say? The tears flow. I lit a candle. She was a constant, my Dear Mama un-in-law. I guess its over when the tiny little old woman recites poetry! Grace that you were with her. Mama Rosita has left the premises via Mexico that she so loved. I have felt sad all day but not knowing, now I do. I really thought she would hang around for her 90th! Tonight the moon and my heart weep for a great Dame. Love is All."

Earl and Wendy Bean lit a candle on 12/29/2015:
"Wendy and I are glad that you were able to be with Rose at the end - I know that she really was the love of your life and I know what its like not to have your mom in your corner anymore. Love Earl"

Chandra Gallagher lit a candle on 01/10/2016:
"I have a fond affection for little people. It strikes me deeply that many of those I trusted in years later were of short stature. It is not surprising that my Grandmother was a member of this club. It is strange to write such a benign comment but there is a deeper meaning to it. I built a stronger trust in most all women that were short. I think it has to with that they had to be that much more concise or have a tongue that struck deeper even after the words had gone silent. My grandmother was such a woman. My Grandmother was someone I had immense trust in. I was always comfortable to be in her presence. I drove a very long way, Guatemalan border to 58 Langley St., when I was 21 to be her and Larry at Christmas. It felt like they would be most in need of family at Christmas that year. I am soo glad that we had those days together. It was a memory of being there for them the same way they were there for me so many summers and holidays when I grew up. They always said how much they looked forward to seeing me. That is something special. When you hear over and over again that you are wanted. It sounds so simple but they made me feel it. It is not easy to grow old. It is hard to watch yourself fade from distinction, from being the center of a driving force. To being a bystander of life. Retirement is not always cheery when it lasts for more than 25 years. That is how long it took me to be born, educated and finally move out, to put that in perspective. It makes it all the more special that Mexico became an annual migration. It was the richest social life she had been part of in decades. So thank you everyone who made that a possibility. Because really, that is what Rose loved most, to laugh, to be around people, have a drink and share a story or two. I will miss my Rose, my grandmother and her caring embrace. "