Lily’s paternal grandmother, Lilia Bustavino — for whom Lily is named — died on Sunday. She was 91, which certainly indicates both strong genes and a feisty spirit — no one in the village had much by way of medical care until very recent years. She was a familiar figure sitting on her porch in a rocking chair, just down the road from Rufina and Reynaldo’s home, where Lily grew up. I never knew that grandmother very well, although I’d wave when I drove by. I believe Reynaldo was very close to his mother, and that her death will bring sadness to the family — although it greatly lightens the daily burden on Rufina. I told Lily that I was sure her grandmother is with Jesus and the Virgin, and it seemed like the right thing to say.