My aunt....the doors of her home were always open...as a child when I would want to spend the night so that I could play with my cousin Vilma, and as an adult when I would return to Tampa for a summer visit. I remember Tia Maruza taking Vilma and I to church so that we could sing in the school choir on Sundays. I remember spending time at Tio Mario’s Cantina and the batting cages because Tia Maruza would pick us up after school from St. Joseph’s. I remember the sound of her echoing call for us, “Babi! Vilma!” as we were probably up to some mischief. I remember the first and only time I was stung by a bee was at Tia Maruza’s house. I screamed! I cried! But, she came to the rescue. You will never be forgotten! I love you....and until we are reunited again in heaven...I keep you in my heart and memories. ❤️