There's really not much I can say about your mother. She was always very kind to me and my family when I was growing up. I have fond memories of her picking us up from fencing class, always with a couple of blue powerades to keep us well hydrated. But in the end, it wasn't just your mother. Your whole family made me feel like part of their own family. Inviting me to dinner and house events, and letting me know I was always welcome there. My own mother insists that the reason you guys ended up living in Rohrmoser is because she talked to your mother about good real estate in Costa Rica. All this aside, if there's one thing I have to thank your mother and your whole family for is never turning your backs on my family when things got bad. I have no words to show my appreciation for this.

My wife and I have been together for about 12 years and almost every week for those 12 years there has been “The Phone Call.”  Now you might be thinking that there is nothing special about a phone call, but this one was different.  Sandra would call my wife Edna (or the other way around) starting about 9:00am every Saturday morning.  This call was not the simple “hey, how are you doing” phone call, it was a talking marathon that would only end when the batteries in the phone were completely dead or one of life’s emergency’s would finally interrupt it.  So what I am saying here is that this phone call lasted anywhere between 4 to 8 hours every Saturday.  My first phone service at my new house was not adequate enough to handle this conversation marathon, so I eventually had to switch to an unlimited talk time plan. But then came the complaining about the stiff neck my wife was getting holding up the phone for that length of time.  The solution was not shorter phone calls; it was to buy a headset so she could walk around while conversing. It did not seem to matter where we were or what we were doing at the time, “The phone call” took priority.  At first I might have been a little irritated that my wife was spending all this time on the phone, but it made her and Sandra happy so who was I to complain.  To this day I do not have a clue what was discussed in these phone calls and what life events were happening that would take eight hours to explain, but truthfully, I really don’t want to know.  All I know is that two sisters enjoyed time together on the phone every Saturday and that “The Phone Call” will be greatly missed.   

This isn't probably the best story to share at this moment, but for me it was a great day!

I will never forget that day.

We went to have some drinks for my 18th bday at the Colegio de Ingenieros Agronomos.

Everyone were a bit drunk except me, very weird ah?

Later that day, we went to the park in front of where you used to live at that time, so we can make some time to see if we were going to be able to put monchi back into his house hahaha.

Then Doña Sandra knew about the problem we were having and very kindly brought a cup of coffee for monchi and he came back to life.. That was just awesome!!!

Rest in peace Doña Sandra, I will never forget the good times with your great family.

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