Antonia and Antonio. They lived in the same barrio ; both were members of Our Lady of Refuge Parish in Nuevo Laredo, the Mexican city just south of Laredo, Texas; and I saw both on the same day about eight months ago.
It was the day of Antonias funeral Mass. All her mourners remembered the señora as the grandmother who never said no. They remembered her as a young mother of three who helped her husband in the fields, even while she was pregnant with twins. They remembered her as supernaturally patient, not only with the failings of her children and grandchildren but also with her poverty”and her surprising joy in the midst of it.