Tuesday, January 16, 2018
I called her Chris, even though I knew she was my auntie (she never minded that). I loved her very much, and will always remember her soft spoken tone, calm quiet demeanor, and sweet natured way. She always addressed us as hi "Mija or Mijo," and when I did see her, we picked up right were we left off. I loved that she genuinely wanted to hear how I was doing. I always felt loved, and comfortable to express myself around her. I remember the first time she came out to Los Angeles with my uncle Manuel; LA had a small tremor earthquake and this was Chris's 1st. I felt so bad for her, because she thought the world was going to end, she ran for little Manuel and didn't know which way to run or hide (she had horror in her face). Meanwhile, I'm saying "No don't be afraid it's only a small earthquake!" When she calmed down, we were able to laugh about how she thought the world was going to end. To my cousins, may God bless and comfort your minds and souls through this precious time. Memories of your life with your mother will linger in your heart and soul forever. May peace be within you. Love Cousin Christina Zamorano
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