My grandma was the strongest woman I may ever know. She was compassionate, loving and sometimes a little grumpy-- okay a lot grumpy. She had an attitude, boy, did she have an attitude but she loved and respected everyone. When I was young my grandma was diagnosed with Cancer for the first time. She drove herself to receive treatment, picked me up from school every day and raised me. She overcame a sickness not many overcome, that all in of it self is something admirable. As the years progressed my grandma continued to make us laugh and care for her already grown up family. In 2010 she was diagnosed with Cancer for the second time, and she carried this cross for 9 months. There were endless days in the hospital, treatments and moments where we had to say good bye. But, it wasn't until August 10th, 2011 that my grandma went home, to God. My grandma taught me to fight until God decides your fight is over, to love endlessly and to cherish every moment. My Otramami as I called her was my best friend, my diary and will continue to be. She is alive like a burning fire in each of our hearts. We love you Otramami.