This photo was taken by me during happier times. My ex Ally hugging her Godmother Maria Luna.
Maria was the first person to notice a very young Ally infatuated with the Americano from the beach. She was instrumental in bringing us together, and no one celebrated more at our wedding.
During her final years, she had lost her eyesight and alzheimer’s had stolen her memory. She rarely recognized her children.
But whenever I kissed her palm, she immediately perked up. “Andresito.” She always said I was the only man who ever kissed her palm.
She taught me along with the infinite sacrifice, there was greatness in being a housewife.
Maria Luna was 97 years young when she passed earlier this morning.